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... l her skin turned pink, willing herself to be numb.
To not think about anything.
No Hardy. Caroline. No Priscilla. No Matriarch. No Dawin. No... Hades.
Not even her own spiraling thoughts.
Tonight is just water, she chanted in her mind. Just steam and silence. Tomorrow is for thinking.
She stepped out of the bathroom swaddled in a plush, cloud-soft bathrobe, tugging the belt tightly around her waist and vigorously scrubbing her damp hair with a towel. The ...
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