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CHAPTER 540
Author: Michael Chi
last update2026-02-28 23:28:31

Clara stood at the center of the stage, the heavy silence of the theater pressing against her like a physical weight.

The papers in her hand—the cruel, gibberish-filled replacement notes—crinkled under the pressure of her trembling fingers. For a fleeting second, the urge to turn and run back into the shadows was overwhelming. She could see Bianca in the front row, her face a mask of cold, expectant triumph.

But then, Clara breathed.

She closed her eyes, and the bright, blinding stage lights va
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