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The storm didn't come with thunder.
It came in silence-measured footsteps, coded glances, and words passed on folded paper. By morning, half the inner court had gone quiet. Not one publicly questioned Isla's accusations from the previous night, but not one rushed to defend her either.
Which meant they were watching. Waiting. Choosing sides.
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