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... o clog my throat, but as he nodded, I knew I had said the right thing—no matter how bitter it tasted on my tongue.
The door closed, and I knew better than to try anything. I was alone with my rambling thoughts and the silver chains that still buzzed against my skin.
My eyes caught a glint, and I followed it—a key.
My gaze snapped back to the closed door as I realized he had left it behind for me to unchain myself. Without hesitation, I used it on my shackles.
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