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A Cage With No Walls

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Gwen

The first thing I noticed, once I allowed myself to notice at all, was how little privacy truly existed.Not the obvious kind, there were no locked doors, no barred windows, no shouted commands.

Camilla did not need those. She preferred subtler architectures. Courtesy. Concern. Family obligation dressed as care. But once I stopped telling myself I was safe, the pattern sharpened.

My phone was always charged, yet the signal dropped in specific wings of the villa. Certain calls connected i
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