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... ruths were tortured out of flesh and bone, or where sacrifices fueled dark rituals, blood spilled to empower spells that could topple rivals or bind loyalties.
Her grip tightened around the cup of tea, the porcelain cool against her palm, the liquid inside long since gone lukewarm.
This was why she avoided the outside world, why she kept her life compartmentalized like jars on a shelf—woodcutting by day, shadowy tasks by night, no bleed between the two.
Overthinking was h ...
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