Chapter 112 112.Snare

Lady Elira

The air in my chambers tastes faintly of lavender and smoke. The candles gutter low as I pace, the silk hem of my gown whispering against the marble. I’ve been waiting too long. The night has teeth, and it bites at my patience.

Finally, there’s a knock.

“Enter,” I call, turning just en...

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