Chapter 33
Juniper's POV Juniper adjusted the unfamiliar ceremonial dress, the silken fabric clinging uncomfortably to her skin. The ornate embroidery—gold threads winding through the deep sapphire fabric—felt like a mockery of the situation. Calliope clung to her hand as they were led down another endless corridor by a pair of silent, imposing guards. The air grew warmer as they approached a set of elaborately carved doors, the design intricate with the same twin-sun motif that seemed to adorn every part of this place. One of the guards stepped forward, pressing his palm against a glowing panel beside the doors. They slid open without a sound. Juniper’s breath caught. The room they entered was vast and lavish, but the opulence was overshadowed by its occupants. A dozen or so women and children,
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