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... piration traced a path down Olivia’s temple, a silent testament to the bewildering labyrinth into which Layla’s disjointed words were plunging her. She felt herself sinking, much like a shipwrecked sailor, into a vortex of narrative with no visible coastline. Every nerve ending was taut, every sense strained to make meaning of the unfolding enigma.
"So, Lady Layla," Olivia began, her voice an anchor of forced composure against the rising tide of confusion. "This gentleman... he is your h ...
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