Chapter 20

ZARIA'S POV

I stared down at the crumpled piece of paper in my hand, my heart hammering against my ribs. The elegant, looping cursive felt like a physical slap in the face.

Enjoy the dress, sister. It will make a beautiful shroud.

"Zaria?" Camilla’s voice snapped me out of it. She frowned, lea...

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