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... f color. The lie she’d crafted in haste now loomed like a trap—one that needed proof. And she’d just told it to the High Conclave.
"Name anything, Ann," she thought wildly. "It’s not like they’ll actually search for it. And even if they do—this forest is huge. Things can get lost here easily."
She closed her eyes tightly, mentally digging for an idea.
"Come on, Ann. Think. What could you have lost? Something—anything—from yesterday?"
When she open ...
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