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... eable as a shadow, I slipped through the cracks and searched every nook and cranny. However, I did not find anything. Neither Margarita nor Evan were in the palace. Only the maids, who were under investigation, were present. Their screams filled the room. As they were being interrogated, the easiest way to get the truth was through the use of fear and pain.

“We- we know nothing!”

“It’s true, please believe us!”

One of them was already reduced to a pitiful state and could only b ...

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