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had consumed me just hours before. The room around me was unfamiliar-walls painted a soft gray, a single window filtering pale morning light. This wasn't my ro

. My life, once filled with hope and dreams, now felt

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an waist, the fabric catching the light just enough to hint at strength beneath the elegance. His dark hair was neatly styled, though a few rebellious strands fell a

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and steady, vibrating softly in the

p in my throat. "Physically..

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or in the storm of my thoughts. "W

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sn't right," I whispered. "Why do they hate

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ace for answers. "Why are yo

with quiet intensity, he said, "Your mother was my b

ving me with a fragile spark of

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smell

onging. When Mira descended the stairs in that crimson gown, my

s ago, but now she was giving me another-my best friend's daughter. My heart po

n she endured, and my blood boiled. I had

cident. I called my trusted doctor, confirming my wors

g the edges of my mind. She'

st inside. "She's passing through a storm. She needs ti

irm. "Calm down. We take

's grip slowly loosened. The journey ahead was daunting-a fight a

the first light she'

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ust cruel-it was a mask

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