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My throat tightened as I tried to piece together the fragments of information about Margaret.
My fingers, trembling slightly, reached out and peeled the old poster from the pillar. The paper was rough, charred along the edges, stiff with dried dirt and ash.
There she was.
Margaret Windsor.
Her face stared back at me from the faded print, those same sapphire eyes, cold and unyielding, the faint curl of disdain at the corner of her lips.
The expression I had seen countless times before… now frozen forever beneath a headline that tore something inside me.
「Margaret Windsor, The Princess and soon-to-be Queen of Scotland, was found dead」
I didn't know what to feel.
Anger?
Shock?
Grief?
All of it… or none of it.
My mind was a blank, my chest hollow, as I stood there staring at her picture, unable to look away.
But then, something else caught my attention.
A faint detail, almost hidden in the smudged ink at the bottom corner of the paper.
「October 14th, 2573」
"…What?"
