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Throughout the evening, Liana was a ghost at her side. She fetched a glass of water when Jane subtly gestured, she stood perfectly still when ignored, she murmured polite, scripted answers when directly addressed. She was the perfect illusion. But Jane, watching from behind her own mask, saw the cost. She saw the slight tremble in Liana's hands when a man reached out to tilt her chin up "to see her eyes better." She saw the way Liana's breath hitched when Vorlin passed by too close.* *The true