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... omach twisting in hunger.
She didn’t like it here—dust coating every surface, the faint scent of mildew in the air. It felt suffocating, like everything else in this house.
Her stomach growled, breaking the silence, and she groaned softly. "I can’t do this," she muttered, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
After a few moments of restless fidgeting and overthinking, she tied her hair up into a messy bun, her resolve hardening.
She wasn’t going to sit here all ...
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