Chapter 15 Interlude – The Queen of Blades Remembered(Or: The Day Ulrika Vincent Finally Let Herself Mourn the Woman She Had Been)

The rain fell, a soft, persistent rhythm against the glass of the art studio, a gentle percussion that seemed to wash the world clean. For weeks, this room had been a sanctuary of forced normalcy, a fortress built of soft yarns and delicate brushstrokes. Ulrika Vincent had filled it with the product...

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