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Ronnie’s POV
The sound of my own footsteps mocked me as I walked the long, marbled corridor toward Damon’s chambers. Each step seemed to echo like a final toll of freedom being buried, coffin lid nailed shut. Behind me, the maids carried what little I owned, pathetic scraps of a life stripped bare....
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