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The redhead was always the talk of the city galas. Her wardrobe—and charisma—seemed limitless. She'd swap glamorous stories with duchesses, wax poetic to the decorated soldiers, and stroke the egos of the powerful. She had a knack for collecting people with deep pockets and loose lips, and it took months for them to realize who she was. By then, of course, it was far too late. Raikya had their fortunes, and their priceless secrets, tucked behind that perfect mask of hers.

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