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18.
MIRIAM. A day. It's been a complete day since the last time I had seen Karden. Ever since he had left the grand hall, I haven't laid my eyes on him or heard any of the servants talk about him. Heck, I haven't even seen Theo or Castallan to ask them about him. It was as though he had suddenly vanished from the face-off earth. And that was quite alarming. The slaps didn't worry me, nor the nasty swelling I still had on my right cheek, which was the unlucky cheek to have gotten two slaps. I was hurt, but I couldn't begin to imagine Karden's pain. I sighed, turning to the other side of the bed. It felt uncomfortable, but I had nothing to do, and besides Sahra stepping in from time to time to ask if I needed something, there was nothing else to it. I had no friends yet, besides, I was n
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