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... t circling my mind is: What have I done?
The room is dim—just the soft glow of a single lamp in the corner, casting long shadows across the ornate plasterwork above me.
I’ve stared at this ceiling a hundred times, but tonight it feels different. Foreign. Accusing.
Neon, you absolute idiot.
I push myself up on my elbows, then sit fully, the silk sheets pooling around my waist. My body is heavy with exhaustion, every muscle aching, every bone begging for rest. But m ...
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