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I deserve it all

مؤلف: Nelly Writes
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-10-09 17:01:31

CYNTHIA’S POV

The cold mountain air bit into the raw, blistering burns along my arms, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the roaring heat inside my skull.

I scrambled up through the narrow stone escape tunnel, my boots slipping against wet granite, my fingers clawing at the frozen dirt. Ash clung to my wet cloak, and the scent of singed hair and burnt flesh filled my nose—my own flesh.

Frail. Weak. Useless, a dark, raspy voice hissed inside my mind.

It wasn't my voice. It was the whi
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