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Chapter 82
Clara keeps her eyes on Alaric without missing a single step, there is not a single change in her expression, no sign of a smile which used to grace her face every single day before she left, not a single shred of emotion has been shown since she has stepped foot inside the place that was once her home where all her dreams lived and died. It is the expression she wanted to wear in his presence for the five excruciating years, that smile, the one Alaric remembers so fondly was like a torture to have plastered on her features. Before that point she didn't believe a smile could be so easily faked. She just walks through the swing gate that separates the viewers from the action, sitting calmly in the seat of the accused. She has no representation and even if she were offered some she would n
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