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Dreams of Truth
Claude woke up with a start, her brows furrowed. She was covered in sweat, her hair falling down her back from the knot she had made it. She was not usually one to be scared by nightmares, but this particular one had felt extremely real. The blood. The screams. The fact that it rightfully signified how far she could go for Lucan's love. She immediately turned towards the small gourd that the old woman had given her. She had already taken half of it, and she would feed the other half to Lucan the very moment she meets him. It would ensure she did not have to go to those lengths to have him. It would ensure... that despite who comes into the palace, he would remain hers. She closed her eyes, then slowly kept the gourd back. She turned to the small window inside the hut. It was almost morni
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