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TWENTY THREE | POISON
The weather outside turned from perfectly beautiful to stormy and disgusting in a matter of minutes. It was just like my miserable day.
Lydia, on the other hand, was in high spirits. Why wouldn't she? It was her last day as an actively serving courtesan. She was twenty-two and considered o
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