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The guards came for me early in the morning. Their expressions were cold and detached as they unlocked my cell, the clinking of their keys echoing through the damp stone walls. One of them grabbed my arm roughly, pulling me to my feet. "Dante has ordered you to be cleaned up," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. "You're to attend the wedding."
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