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The gown they forced me into was suffocating. Silk threaded with silver embroidery, heavier than anything I’d ever worn, cinched at the waist until I could barely breathe. The maids pulled and tugged at my hair until it gleamed like fire under the torches, weaving in jewels that fel...
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