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... is because we do not dare that they are difficult."
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The grandfather clock struck midnight.
Twelve deep chimes rolled through the manor. In my old life, midnight meant "time to stop procrastinating and actually start that essay." In this life, it meant "try not to die doing something stupid."
I slid out of bed slowly. My bare feet hit cold stone and I winced. The dark clothes I’d prepared earlier sat on my chair. Black wool trousers. Charcoal tunic. Soft leathe ...
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