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... h Uncle Gian on how we can salvage this mess.” She winked at Tauri, “Enjoy betraying your family’s honor.”

“I didn’t betray my family!” she snapped.

“Why don’t you try saying that while you’re—” Gale made an obscene oral gesture with her hand and mouth before she walked out the gate.

The gate slammed shut behind her and the pair of guards posted outside jumped a tad at the sudden noise.

“L-Lady Gale? Is everything alright?” one of the guards asked uncertainly.

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