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Some things are better forgotten
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2026-05-24 17:45:00Anya pov.
The mirror in my room was my worst enemy. It showed me too much. Every morning, I’d stand in front of it, looking at the woman staring back.The perfect mask. The poised, detached girl Viktor saw. But beneath that mask was someone unraveling.I pulled my hair into a tight bun, forcing my hands to stay steady. Focus, Anya. I repeated the words like a mantra, trying to bury the fear creeping in.Boris’s words echoed in my head: “Celine’s life depends on you. Don’t for
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