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12. The First Collection

Author: Jaziel
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-10-22 19:49:36

I was sitting at the desk in my new room, staring at a blank piece of paper.

It had been three weeks since the car accident. Three weeks since I woke up in that hospital. My body was healing. The bruises had faded to a sickly yellow. The stitches had been removed. But my mind was still racing. I had spent three weeks learning how to breathe without looking over my shoulder. Three weeks learning how to be a Sterling.

But right now, I was just staring at a blank page.

My fingers itched. I had not
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