Sharing A Roof With Trouble
The Rowan estate has stood for centuries, its walls bearing witness to generations of triumph, tragedy, and a quiet, inescapable weight. Known for influence and misfortune, the Rowans guard a secret: the house is a memory vessel, absorbing the emotions and events of its inhabitants. Only one child per generation—“the one who carries it”—feels its imprint. For Jace Rowan, that child is him. Haunted by flashes of his brother Elias’s mysterious death in the sealed west wing, Jace lives with hallucination-like memories, déjà vu, and a physical sensitivity to the house’s presence.
When Ava arrives at the estate, the house takes notice. Her father’s disappearance connects her unknowingly to the Rowans, and her grief fuels an emotional resonance the house cannot ignore. Objects from her past—her father’s watch, sketches of the west wing, and a brass key—materialize mysteriously before her, drawing Ava deeper into the estate’s labyrinth of memory. Jace knows the danger: the west wing reacts to emotion, and Ava’s connection could awaken truths meant to remain buried.
As tension mounts, Ava and Jace confront both the house’s power and their own growing fears. The west wing does not seek to harm but to claim understanding—feeding on memory, fear, and revelation. In the shadows, a presence lingers, one that Jace fears is connected to Ava’s father. Bound by fear, curiosity, and an unspoken attraction, Ava and Jace must navigate a house that remembers, reacts, and judges, uncovering secrets about Elias’s death, Ava’s father, and the legacy of the Rowan family itself.
In a world where emotion is power and the past is never truly gone, the house holds its breath—and waits to see who will survive its memory.
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Chapter: Chapter 35: The Shape of WantThe corridor had shifted again.Not subtly.Not gradually.It had stretched impossibly forward into darkness, elongating like a living throat swallowing distance itself. The walls were no longer solid—they breathed. Liquid stone, flexing and contracting as if the structure itself had lungs. Shadows pooled and stretched across the floor like living ink, sliding in slow, predatory currents that moved with a hunger Ava could feel in her stomach.The house was no longer hiding what it was.It was hunting.Jace’s hand found hers before she could even react. His grip was immediate, instinctive, protective. “Stay close,” he whispered, voice low, intimate, dangerous in the way quiet things are dangerous. “The house is changing the rules now. It wants to trap us. To separate us. To see how far it can push… what it can break.”Ava pressed into him, chest to chest, letting his warmth anchor her in the shifting reality. The shadows slithered around their feet, brushing their boots, curling
Last Updated: 2026-03-01
Chapter: Chapter34: What Was Almost LostThey did not leave the chamber.Not because they couldn’t—but because the silence felt like a trap that moved if they did.Ava stayed pressed against Jace, her cheek tucked beneath his chin, both of them breathing like fugitives who had outrun something with teeth and memory and hunger. The air was thick, metallic, charged—like the moment before lightning splits the sky. The silence after the mirror’s destruction rang louder than the house’s screams ever had. It wasn’t peace.It was a pause.The floor beneath them was warm. Not comfort-warm—living-warm. It pulsed faintly, slow and rhythmic, as if the mansion itself were nursing a wound, knitting itself back together around a new kind of hunger.The walls no longer screamed.They listened.“Elias,” Jace said quietly.The name still carried weight. Still carried shadow. But it no longer cut straight through him like a blade to the spine. Ava felt the difference instantly—felt it in his body. His arms were steady. His heartbeat, though h
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Chapter: Chapter 33:GroundingThe path the house opened for them was wrong.Ava knew it in the way her stomach tightened before her mind could catch up, in the way the air felt slightly thinner with every step forward, as if the mansion were quietly rationing oxygen. Corridors bent where they shouldn’t—walls bowing inward, then easing back, like ribs expanding around a lung. Doors appeared and vanished between blinks, their frames breathing into existence only to dissolve again, leaving behind the phantom sensation of thresholds crossed and uncrossed.This was not guidance.It was herding.Every few steps, Ava felt the tug.Not a yank. Not force. Just the faintest suggestion—an invitation disguised as instinct. A sense that going left would be easier while Jace drifted right, that safety lived in separation if only she would listen. The house was subtle now, careful, like a predator that had learned patience.She tightened her jaw and ignored it.“Stay with me,” Jace murmured.His voice cut through the pre
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Chapter: Chapter 32: The Echo That Wears His NameMorning did not arrive.It leached in—thin, colorless, reluctant—as if the night had been wounded rather than ended, and what filtered through the stone was the residue of something unfinished. The light carried no warmth. It had no intention. It simply existed, stretched flat against the walls like a lie told too often to sound convincing.Ava woke with the certainty of being observed.Not the sharp, invasive pressure the house usually favored. Not the crawling sensation of something peering through her skull or tugging at memory. This was quieter. Worse. It was the awareness of attention without hunger—like an eye that had already learned her shape and no longer needed to stare.Her breath stalled in her chest.She did not move.The room lay still around her, its geometry unchanged, its silence so complete it rang. No whisper threaded the walls. No pulse thrummed beneath the floor. No shadows crept where they did not belong.The house was holding its breath.Ava lay there co
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Chapter: Chapter 31: The AftermathThe house did not pursue them.That was wrong.After the violence of the labyrinth—after the mirrors had screamed and the well had shattered and the walls themselves had howled like a living thing being torn apart—Ava expected retaliation. Collapse. A final cruelty ripped from the depths of the place, something petty and vicious meant to remind them who truly ruled here.Instead, silence fell.Not gently.It dropped.Heavy. Absolute. Smothering.The kind of silence that rang in the ears, that pressed against the skin until Ava could feel her own pulse too clearly, too loudly. The absence of sound felt intentional, as if the house had chosen stillness the way a predator chose to stop moving so its prey would relax.The corridor ahead stretched outward, newly formed stone smooth beneath their boots. It was damp, faintly warm, as though the passage had been exhaled rather than built. The air carried the scorched-metal tang of broken sigils and burned magic, layered beneath it the iron-so
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Chapter: Chapter 30: The LabyrinthThe house did not merely shake.It awoke.The tremor began low—so deep it felt less like movement and more like pressure, like the ground itself drawing a breath it had been holding for centuries. Stone groaned beneath Ava’s boots. The walls exhaled dust and ancient rot. Somewhere above them, something cracked—wood or bone, she couldn’t tell—and the sound slithered through the chamber like a warning hiss.Ava barely had time to gasp before the floor lurched.Jace caught her.Not gently.His arms slammed around her, one hand locked between her shoulder blades, the other gripping her hip with bruising force as he pulled her against him. The impact knocked the air from her lungs, but he didn’t loosen his hold—not even when the house shuddered again, harder this time, as if testing whether they would fall apart.She was pressed flush to him—chest to chest, heart to heart.She felt everything.The rigid tension in his body.The heat pouring off his skin.The frantic, relentless hammer of h
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Chapter: EpilogueI’minthewoods running when I smell her again. Thatscent is so alluring my wolf sped up trying to locate her. Just up ahead there she was.My dream angel. Her solid white fur, the purple swirls matching my own blue ones acontrast to the evergreen forest.She knowsI am here, she looks my way, then takes off.She enjoys the cat and mouse game as much asI do. I keep going until I almost get her. Thistime she doesn’t disappear. There is abeautiful woman standing there stroking herfur.“Hello Dominic. We have been waiting for you.”“Who are you? Whyare you both in my dreams?”“My child, I am Serene. I have heard your cries for a mate. One of your own. However, now is not the time todiscuss this. You must go back; you must save the missing females. Things are much worse than they appear! Call all the packs, spread the wo
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Chapter: Chapter 65Wedding DayLisa’s POVI still can’t believe we have to rush the wedding, but mostly because I have to mate in dragon form in front of everyone. Mom has added a few finishing touches to my dress magically of course. I keep staring at the woman in the mirror not recognizing her. I just wished my dad and brothers were here. Tears threaten to escape when Amanda starts shouting.“Oh no you don’t. Don’t you go ruin my master piece, or do you want to sit for another four hours redoing it all?” She huffed with her hands on her hips.Throwing my hands up in surrender I shake my head.“No way. Just thinking of dad.” I sadly admit.I had always though he would be the one to walk me down the isle. Dominic volunteered to in his place, but still it hurt knowing
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Chapter: Chapter 64Alaric’s POV I stand there amazed, and feeling a little guilty. If I had known they were still here I would have come back sooner. As the years went by I seemed to have forgotten this place existed. “Luna was a gift from my grandmother before she passed away. I was keeping her in this garden as it’s protector. When I found my mate, I had planned on gifting her on our wedding day. She would then lead my mate back to this garden.” I stated as I ran my fingers through her beautiful violet mane. “I am so sorry girl, I forgot to come visit. I didn’t know you were still here waiting.” I apologized rubbing her lovingly. These fairies have always been over the top. It warms my heart seeing all these beautiful creatures in perfect harmony. Liza is right, this is the perfect place for us. Just like the fairy Queen and her followers, the garden fairies began dancing arou
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Chapter: Chapter 63Liza's POVWe quickly made our way to Alaric’s study to meet with the guards.“Where did you locate the note?” Alaric asked them halfway through the door.“It was in the gardens. On the Queens favorite rose bush.” Replied the Captain.I was shocked, why that rose bush out of all the other’s? It us my favorite because it’s a baby blue rose bush, I planted in memory of my father and brothers.“What does the note say?” I asked, scared to hear it.Everything was seemingly perfect. We got the wedding date set, the perfect gown, and all that was left was the place. I had my hopes set on this wedding, but I couldn’t help the feeling something big was about to happen.“To the beautiful Queen,
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Chapter: Chapter 62Alaric’s POVWith everything that has been going on the search for the missing women, the project to keep Liza and other females safe, plus training Liza to defend herself we haven’t had time to prepare for the wedding. I have spent most of my days in the office speaking with the appointed council members, and today is no different.“We have to continue to keep our eyes open for the women of the shifter community. Firstly, the wolf shifters, as they are the only ones to report anyone missing. We must also pry the information from each of our own communities to make sure no one is left out. Some may be reluctant to come forward given the past reputation of the council. With that the meeting is adjourned we will meet back same time next week.” I finish concluding today’s meeting.“Oh, Amanda, can you stay behind a second? There is something I need t
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Chapter: Chapter 61Liza's POV“What does my father have to do with this? My father is dead.” I asked my mother confused.“I was hoping we would have had more time to discuss this. Liza it is time for you to know the truth. You, Alaric, and Dominic have already been through so much recently. I was waiting until the perfect timing, but now is better than any. We all need to discuss this, privately.” Morgana replied with a heavy sigh.We decided to head back to our castle since Dominic was there with Aero. The entire way back to the castle my mind was a complete mess. What does my father have to do with this? He is dead, isn’t he? The Army never found his body they just assumed he had blown up with his vehicle. I am so lost in my thoughts; I didn’t notice Alaric talking to me.“Huh? Sorry babe I was lost in my mind. How could my fathe
Last Updated: 2021-09-19
Omega Slave to Hybrid Queen
Rebel was born a disgrace. She heard it every time she was around her pack. Her mother, Amber was mated to the great Alpha Trevor Teller. However, no one knew she had an affair with their enemy, a Hunter. Not just any Hunter, the creator of the Hunters. A powerful Warlock, Dakota Unser.
When Rebel was born, her father said she was trouble. He wanted a male heir, so he rejected his mate of 5 years and kicked them out of the pack.
Her mother treated Rebel as a slave. Born of Alpha blood but reduced to an Omega. Now back in her mother’s pack, she is a slave. Dreaming constantly of a mate who would come rescue her from this life.
She finally meets her mate, but is his best friend really just a friend or were there promises made before her? Who's side will he take the best friend that's bullying his mate he has known forever, or the abused mate he just met?
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Chapter: Chapter 23The Queen AscendsThe forest clearing glowed under the cold, watchful light of the moon.Silver spilled through the canopy in broken shards, catching on fur, steel, and wary eyes. The trees cast long, jagged shadows across the ground, stretching like claws toward the wolves gathered in uneasy silence. No one spoke. No one dared.At the center of it all stood Rebel.She did not raise her voice. She did not bare her teeth or demand attention. She simply stood—and the forest itself seemed to align around her, roots settling, air thickening, space bending subtly toward her presence.Her aura radiated outward in a slow, deliberate pulse. Not wild. Not uncontrolled. It was the power of restraint sharpened into something lethal.Wolves who had once mocked her, cornered her, struck her when no one was watching now found their bodies betraying them—knees locking, spines bowing, instincts screaming recognition where pride had once ruled. Fear rippled through the pack, not loud but pervasive, si
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Chapter: Chapter 22The Hollow CrownThe forest did not welcome Tahlia anymore.She felt it the moment the others dispersed—when whispers dissolved into obedient silence and the pack’s collective will settled into the soil like ash after a fire. The trees still stood tall and ancient, their trunks unbowed by time or authority, but the air itself had shifted. It no longer leaned toward her presence. No longer recognized her as something that belonged.That realization cut deeper than humiliation ever could.This land had known her scent since she was barely old enough to shift. It had watched her bleed during training, heard her growl through pain, felt the rhythm of her feet as she learned to run and fight beneath its canopy. The forest had swallowed her failures without judgment and carried her victories in silence.Now it felt… sealed against her.She hated that most of all.Tahlia pushed deeper into the territory, boots striking roots and stone harder than necessary, as though sound alone might remind
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Chapter: Chapter 21The Test of Loyalty from Tahlia’s POVMorning came wrong.Tahlia knew it the moment her eyes opened—before the forest sounds reached her, before scent and instinct finished knitting themselves into awareness. There was a weight pressing against the territory, subtle but relentless, like the air before a storm that never quite broke. The forest breathed differently. Too carefully. As though it feared waking something that had claimed the land overnight.She rose before the others, spine straight, movements precise. Discipline had always been her armor. While others relied on strength or charm or Elijah’s favor, Tahlia had relied on control. She braided her dark hair tightly back, tugging once to ensure it would not come loose. Appearances mattered. Perception mattered.This was her pack.It always had been—long before whispers of prophecy, long before outsiders and cursed bloodlines and ancient titles crawled their way into the territory. She had trained here. Bled here. Buried pac
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Chapter: Chapter 20Morning bled slowly into the forest, pale and reluctant, as if even the sun hesitated to touch what had changed overnight.Light filtered through the towering canopy in fractured bands of gold, illuminating Elijah’s territory with a deceptive calm. Dew clung to leaves. Birds stirred cautiously, their calls subdued, uncertain. The forest breathed—but it did so carefully, as though aware that something ancient had awakened within its borders.Life continued.But nothing was the same.Rebel walked beside Elijah in silence, her boots soundless against the soft earth, each step deliberate, precise. She did not rush. She did not hesitate. There was a gravity to her movement now—an unspoken certainty that bent the air around her.The pack felt it.Wolves parted instinctively as she passed. Conversations faltered, then died altogether. Shoulders tightened. Heads dipped—not in choreographed submission, but in something more honest. Recognition. Awareness. Instinct bowing to something it
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Chapter: Chapter 19The forest clearing gaped beneath the moon like a fresh, bleeding wound.Rebel stood at its center, and for a single, terrifying heartbeat, she was certain the earth would open and drag her under—swallow her the way it had every other time she had stood here helpless and alone.The ground vibrated beneath her boots, a low, ominous tremor that traveled up her legs and lodged in her spine. It wasn’t the forest reacting to her power—it was recoiling from it. Green light spiraled violently around her body, snapping and curling in erratic bursts, like wildfire gasping for oxygen. It illuminated the twisted trees, the jagged rocks, and the faces of the Midnight Rose Wolf Pack.Faces she knew.Faces she could never forget.Her chest rose and fell in controlled, deliberate breaths. Too fast, and she would fracture. Too slow, and the memories would drag her under. She balanced on the knife’s edge between control and collapse, every muscle locked tight as if holding herself together by she
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Chapter: Chapter 18The clearing did not truly fall silent—it held its breath.Wind threaded through the trees in low, whispering currents, brushing leaves together as if the forest itself were murmuring warnings. The Midnight Rose Wolf Pack stood scattered at the edges of the clearing, paws shifting nervously, breaths shallow, hearts pounding loud enough to feel. No one dared move. No one dared speak. Every instinct screamed that the slightest misstep would shatter what little safety remained.At the center of it all stood Rebel.She was radiant in a way that defied reason—terrifying and breathtaking all at once. Power rolled off her in visible waves, green-tinged magic coiling around her body like a living crown, alive and watchful. It wrapped her limbs, traced the powerful lines of her shoulders and spine, flared softly with every measured breath she took. She stood tall, grounded, utterly unshakeable. There was no chaos left in her stance now—only control sharpened by fury.She had crossed a thre
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Baine Family Love and War: Book 2 Finally My Own Love
Alpha Dominic Baine's life is a constant torment, cursed to share his destined mate, Elizabeth, with his brother, Alpha King Alaric. Overwhelmed by despair and Elizabeth's blatant rejection, Dominic confronts his ancestor, the Moon Goddess Serene, who reveals the curse was cast by the witch Rosalynn's bloodline—which includes Alaric's true mate, Liza.
Dominic rejects Elizabeth after discovering she faked the mate bond, but not before she kidnaps Alaric and Liza's son, Aero. Dominic is critically wounded saving the boy, and Liza's inner dragon executes Elizabeth.
After waking from a coma, Dominic learns his sister, Aura, and over ninety other females have vanished in a mass kidnapping. He realizes his recurring dreams of a beautiful white wolf—a "dream angel"—are shared prophetic visions with Liza, and the Moon Goddess confirms the wolf was the first taken and must be saved.
A bloody note threatening Liza and Aero reveals the kidnappers are insiders targeting the royal family. The true purpose of the ancient curse is revealed when Liza realizes it can only be broken if Dominic finds his true mate: Liza's long-lost twin sister, Samantha, the white wolf in his dreams. The brothers unite, turning their attention from personal heartache to a desperate war against the monstrous forces holding the captured females.
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Chapter: 32The HuntThe forest closed around them like a living thing.Not merely dense or dark, but aware—as if the ancient trees recognized the violence moving through their roots and chose to watch rather than interfere. Branches scraped together overhead with a sound too deliberate to be coincidence. Leaves shuddered without wind. The ground itself felt tense beneath their feet, humming faintly with the residue of power that had torn through it moments earlier.Danger lingered everywhere.But Samantha Black did not feel fear.She felt fire.It burned beneath her skin, threaded through her veins, coiled tight around her spine. Every breath she drew tasted like ozone and grief and rage. Her witch was no longer stirring—it was fully awake, eyes open, claws bared, prowling at the front of her mind.Dominic walked beside her, his hand locked over hers in a grip that was equal parts anchor and weapon. His palm was rough and warm, steady despite the violence rippling through him. The bond between t
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Chapter: 31(Samantha & Dominic-The Hunt)The forest pressed around us, dark and oppressive, as if it could hear us moving and had decided to watch. Every branch scratching against another, every leaf trembling under some unseen wind, whispered danger. But I didn’t feel fear. I felt fire.Dominic’s hand clamped over mine, strong, warm, anchoring me even as the psychic threads burned my mind. Ava’s gold signature pulsed faintly through the psychic ether, a fragile trail but unmistakable to my witch. My pulse synced to it, every beat a drum counting down the distance between us and my daughter.“She’s close,” I murmured, teeth clenched. “I can feel her heartbeat under mine. Her fear… it’s layering over Elder Lee’s control.”Dominic’s jaw tightened. “I feel it too. We’re not walking into a room—we’re walking into a trap. But we’ll break it. I promise you, Sam.”The bond between us throbbed with twin fury, twin need, twin unshakable determination. Every pulse of her signature was amplified throu
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Chapter: 30(Ava’s POV-The Lie)The room was small, dim, suffocating. Metal walls. A low ceiling that smelled of damp and chemicals. Everything was rigid, cold, designed to keep movement minimal. Even the shadows felt like they were watching me.Elder Lee was here. Of course he was. Always just out of reach. Always patient. Always terrifying.He leaned against the far wall, arms folded, lips curved in that calm, dangerous smile that promised punishment just by existing. I shivered and swallowed. My heart raced.He stepped forward slowly, deliberate, like he owned the air itself.“You’ve been quiet,” he said. Smooth. Soft. Too soft. “I can sense your mind wandering. Tell me, Ava—what do you hear?”I froze. My mind screamed for me to answer honestly: Mom. She’s coming. She’ll find me. But I remembered Samantha’s words, her voice threading through my thoughts, calm and strong. Lie. Lie to him. Protect yourself. Protect me.My hands twisted in my lap. “I… I don’t hear anything.”Elder Lee tilt
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Chapter: 29(Liza’s POV-The Imprint Trail)The forest was wrong.Not in the obvious ways—no screams, no blood, no visible corruption twisting the land into something grotesque. No.This wrongness was quieter.More intimate.It crept under the skin and lodged itself in the gut, a deep instinctual warning that whispered you don’t belong here with every step we took.The air tasted thick. Not with humidity or decay, but with magic—dense enough to cling to the tongue, heavy enough to make breathing feel deliberate. It pressed against my chest like I was walking through someone else’s dream, one shaped by fear and desperation and power that hadn’t yet learned how to be gentle.The trees leaned inward, trunks bowed at unnatural angles. Not broken—never broken—but bent, their branches knitting together overhead like clasped hands. Leaves trembled even when there was no wind, shivering as though they were listening to something moving far beneath the soil.And the ground—The ground pulsed.Not
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Chapter: 28Samantha’s POVPack Lands – Hours After the RescueThe world never felt this loud.Not with sound—not with voices or movement or the scrape of boots against stone—but with pressure. A low, relentless vibration that seeped into my bones and lodged itself at the base of my skull. Like the earth itself was humming beneath me, restless and alive, shifting toward something inevitable.The healer’s wing smelled of crushed herbs and old stone, of blood scrubbed too quickly from the floor and magic that hadn’t fully settled. Candles flickered along the walls even though there was no draft. Their flames bent and straightened, bending again as if reacting to something unseen.To me.I sat on the edge of the healer’s cot, fingers curled white-knuckled into the blankets, knuckles aching from how hard I was gripping them. The fabric trembled faintly beneath my hands—not because I was shaking, but because everything was.Inside me, my witch paced.Not frantically. Not blindly.She was aler
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Chapter: 26Ava’s POVSomewhere UnknownThe world smelled like metal again.Metal and cold.Metal and quiet.Metal and him.The scent clung to the back of my throat no matter how deeply I breathed, sharp and sterile, like needles made of air. It didn’t matter that the room itself was warm—almost too warm. The smell carried its own temperature, sliding beneath my skin and settling into my bones the way fear did when it stayed too long.I sat on a soft mat in the middle of the room. That part was new. Softer than the other places he’d kept me. No restraints bolted into the floor. No silver lines carved into the walls. Just the mat, pale and clean, like something meant to look kind.My feet were bare. The floor beneath them felt smooth, unnaturally smooth, like stone polished until it forgot what it once was. My shirt hung too big on my shoulders, sleeves swallowing my hands. Someone—one of the quiet people who never looked me in the eye—had braided my hair. Not very well. It pulled too tigh
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