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The Apprentice and the Potion-Maker's Reunion
I looked at Malik's reflection in the mirror while the tailor took my measurements. He was lost in thought, and the earlier tension in his body had not yet abated. His threat still lingered in my mind. His behavior took me by surprise, although I knew I shouldn't be. He murdered everyone involved in my kidnapping in such a cold and heartless demeanor. His threat a while ago was nothing compared to that. Still, Malik's childlike behavior these past few days made me complacent. I should not have let my guard down with him, especially considering my suspicions. The tailor's voice dragged me out of my musings. "Miss Swann, I'm done with your measurements. I have ready-made dresses displayed. You can just pick from them and I'll adjust the dress accordingly." "Thank you." I stepped down fro
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