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Chapter 147: Crumbs of Mercy

Penulis: Solo J wright
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SANDRA’S POV

I woke with the taste of copper still thick on my tongue. The ceiling above me swam into focus—high, carved, familiar. My own bedroom. Silk sheets twisted around my legs like they’d tried to strangle me in my sleep. The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tight, but thin blades of afternoon light sliced through the gasps and cut across my bare arms. My head pounded in dull, wet thumps.

I sat up too fast as the room tilted. Nausea surged up my throat, so bad I clamped a hand over my
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