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... inside me nests deep, a relentless companion as I wear the mask expected of me.
I just can’t. My soul refuses to endure another second. So instead of staring at the vast ceiling painting any longer, I force my gaze toward the far end of the hall—where smaller paintings hang, delicate and almost as small as I feel.
A faint smile tugs at my lips when I see one: a girl with amber hair like mine, her back turned to the audience. She’s clothed, dressed in burgundy—a color reserved mos ...
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