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... as a blade honed on guilt.
The mirror reflected her perfectly, down to the loose strand of dark hair curling at her cheekbone. But there was something else in the glass too. A softness gone brittle. A stare too calculating to be hers.
"You think this is madness?" she whispered.
"No," the voice answered from her own mouth, but not hers. Not truly. "This is becoming."
Camille jerked backward, the hem of her satin robe catching on the drawer handle behind her. The va ...
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