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Two princesses, and one ending neither of them had ever imagined. Belle had always believed there was another page waiting, some final turn that would make the darkness mean something. “This wasn’t how the story was supposed to go,” she whispered, her voice barely carrying through the silent room. Jasmine looked toward the locked doors, then back at her with a bitter, tired smile. “Stories rarely ask us,” she said. And for the first time, neither of them expected anyone to come and change the ending.

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