Chapter 39 Guilt Like A Noose

SAFFRON.

My kneecaps felt like pulverized glass.

I dragged the coarse, filthy rag across the marble floor of the throne room, the freezing, dirty water soaking straight through the thin fabric of my skirt to the bone.

You didn't kill George.

I repeated the lie in my head, over and over, timing t...

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