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We turn corners at full speed before eventually slowing. We change to soundlessly creeping from room to room, hiding in doorways and ducking behind statues. Has Antonin noticed our absence yet? Is he chasing after us? Would he choose to cover up his mistakes by himself without anyone else knowing, or call for all the guards to search for us? William’s private quarters wait just down the hall. We scan the area for any lurking guards, but the corridors are empty. I sprint to the door and try to push it open. It’s locked. I bite back the scream of frustration that’s crawling up my throat. After everything we just risked, it’s locked. How stupid are we? Did we actually think that William’s exquisite chambers would be left unlocked so that any passerby could wander inside? Grace grins and
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