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Tormenting her sister

Penulis: King Victory
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-04 20:31:53

Lysera

The walls were closing in again.

It wasn’t something I could see. The room had not changed. The same bed, the same window, the same quiet that had wrapped itself around me since I had been confined here. But today, that quiet felt heavier. It pressed against my chest, crawled up my throat, settled behind my ribs until breathing itself felt like effort.

I stood by the window for a long moment, staring out at a sky that looked too wide for a world I was not allowed to step into.

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