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... , currently had a single, stubborn clump of face powder stuck in his left eyebrow. He could feel it. It felt like a tiny, humiliating weight, a reminder that he had allowed his fiancé and his sister to treat his face like a canvas for a tragic opera.
After breakfast, they went their separate ways. Cherion left with Philia for a walk, while Zarius withdrew to his study.
Inside, the atmosphere shifted instantly. The air, once thick with that suffocating, sugar-sweet tension, finall ...
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