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I have lost my Gilan

Penulis: sylvia
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Elena’s POV

When I open my eyes, the first thing I notice is that the ceiling above me is not one I recognize. It’s painted a soft cream color, with a crystal chandelier hanging right in the center, its teardrop crystals catching the faint morning light. I blink a few times, my vision adjusting. My head feels impossibly heavy, as if someone had struck me. A dull, throbbing ache pulses at my temples.

“What… happened to me?” I whisper to myself, my voice barely more than air.

I push myself up slowly, glancing around the room. It’s enormous, easily twice the size of my old bedroom, with a king-sized bed draped in thick white sheets and a velvety navy-blue comforter. The furniture is polished mahogany, the kind that looks like it’s been imported from somewhere expensive. A large window, dressed with gold and cream curtains, allows a flood of light to pour in, illuminating the glint of picture frames on the opposite wall. Whoever lives here must be rich.

But where is here? How did I get he
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