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... bloodless complexion as pale as snow. The voice that had haunted her countless nightmares now appeared vividly before her.
She instinctively closed her eyes, steadied her trembling hands and feet, then reopened her eyes. Before she could retaliate, a soft and coquettish voice interrupted her: "Leclair, you're late for the banquet."
The garden door was pushed open, and a woman in a deep-V evening gown entered, smiling sweetly as she addressed the man beside her, "Leclair, who is s ...
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