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... thumb rubbed her wrist bone.
“Rosaline.”
“… Yes.”
“Rosaline Esther.”
“Yes.”
“The Radwiell’s Rosaline Esther.”
“Yes.”
“The sharpest and brightest.”
It was familiar. Rosaline recalled the sense of deja vu. It was the mouthwatering phrase she said to the emperor when she won the martial arts tournament. Rosaline looked up slowly. Her gaze, freed from the necklace of Haqab, contained something brighter than that.
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