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... ftly. Not politely. She laughed like a madwoman reborn. Because she was. She laughed not because she lost her mind. But because she found it.
"May the gods be damned!"
Her laughter was a sound too loud for the hour, too sharp for the golden dusk. It rang through the garden like cracked glass, high, jagged, and utterly devoid of sense or sanity.
The servants froze.
Every single one of them, from the eldest handmaid to the trembling scullery girl with her water pail ...
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