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... the phantom sting of the poison finally receded from her own veins, she remained motionless, a silent sentinel to the unfolding tragedy.
She had always promised herself that this moment would taste like victory—a cold, crystalline satisfaction.
Yet, as she watched Olivia’s limp form sink deeper into the crimson-stained water, the anticipated relief never came.
Instead, a hollow ache clawed at her chest. Regret. It was a foul, uninvited guest.
Before logic could i ...
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