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now, a soft, pathetic sound.
“Mom, please,” she whimpered. “Please stop.”
“Don’t you speak to me.” Catherine whipped around, turning her venom on her favorite child. “You let this happen. You were supposed to be the future.”
But the escalation wasn’t finished.
The heavy oak doors of the library swung open again.
But this time, it wasn’t a servant with tea.continue reading …
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