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CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR

Author: Iris Brown
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-31 19:35:43

Lyla's POV

They dressed me in red.

The gown clung to me like liquid fire, spilling down my body in heavy folds that whispered as I walked. It was the color of blood and sacrifice, of roses blooming in the dead of winter. The silk grazed my scars with a lover’s touch, making every wound feel alive again.

My hair, once matted and filthy, had been washed until it gleamed black as midnight. It fell in a river down my back, unbound, free, a contrast to the velvet collar tight around my throat. My arms, bare, betrayed me. Every scar, every cut was on display.

I thought they might hide me, cover me, make me something polished. Instead, they revealed me. My brokenness was part of the theater.

“Stand straighter, little girl” Madam Celeste’s voice cracked like a whip through the vast chamber.

I obeyed, or rather tried to. My back arched stiffly, but the pain in my ribs made me falter. I hissed through my teeth, my body trembling.

Celeste’s heels clicked against marble as she approached, a sou
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