"Zarim, look at this," his mother called out, her voice soft but urgent as she adjusted the wedding decorations, her hands delicately arranging fabric and flowers. The house was alive with celebrationβuntil it wasnβt.
A guard stormed in, breathless and alarmed.
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"She's his before her existence"βοΈ
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