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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

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My hands were curled into fists as I made my way to the dining table with Smythe leading the way, and it had nothing to do with how uncomfortable I felt with what I was wearing, or the many eyes that were fixed on me. Everyone looked on as we passed, whispering amongst themselves and som...

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