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... up choking on air, my throat dry and burning. Every muscle in my body trembled as if my veins were on fire. The bitter taste of herbs lingered on my tongue — the same ones my father forced into my mouth before I passed out.
The room was quiet, dimly lit by the moonlight spilling through the window. I could still feel traces of the poison pulsing through my body, crawling under my skin like a whisper that refused to fade. My head throbbed, but faint voices echoed from the next room — my ...
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