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... It had been so long since I stood in a room filled with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses.
Once, I used to know what it felt like to be part of such celebrations. But those days had died. In the three years I spent as a servant in the Levian pack, I had forgotten the taste of privilege. Servants weren’t invited to feasts. They brought the trays, filled the cups, and slipped away unnoticed.
Now, here I was again, standing in the midst of a hall glittering with jewels an ...
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