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Cindra’s POV I walked away from the temple and through the dimly lit corridors of the castle toward my room. If anyone spoke to me, I didn’t pay attention. My mind swirled with questions and confusion. I had been preparing, avoiding, and bracing to live my life with the mark on my forehead, yet here I was, post-rejection, without a mark. I rubbed my forehead again, feeling it as smooth as it had been before the ceremony. Then, my hand dropped to my necklace. What exactly had happened? King Seb and the high priest had been so sure that Knox simply saying it was enough, yet I had felt absolutely nothing when he did. Nothing, but relief. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling out of sorts in a way I couldn’t explain. It was pretty clear that the easiest conclusion would be that we had
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