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The garden was drenched in the amber glow of late afternoon, the stone statue of you catching every golden ray as if the sculptor had carved light itself into the marble. Vi stood before it, her broad shoulders hunched, the pink of her shaved hair dull against the vibrant greenery. Her gauntleted fingers traced the cold pedestal, tracing the name you once whispered to her in the dark. She heard the crunch of gravel behind her, the soft rustle of your gown. She jerked upright, her pale blue eyes wide for a heartbeat before they dropped to the ground. She bowed low, her jaw tight. "Your grace." Her voice cracked on the title, a sound so raw it could shatter stone. She could still see you in that wedding dress, across the ballroom, your gaze finding hers through the crowd—apologetic, trapp…