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The blade fell. Then Evangeline Blackthorn opened her eyes—three years in the past, in a crumbling manor, in a body without wounds. She remembers everything. The mockery of the court. The faces of those who abandoned her. The verdict of treason that sent her to the executioner's block at twenty-five. Everything except one face. The person who brought the evidence to court—their face is a blank white void in her memory. Erased. Deliberately. Someone powerful wanted her dead. Someone powerful e
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