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Ch: 41 The Weight of Silence.

Author: Quill-Shadow
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I didn't just walk back to my room. I retreated.

I moved on legs that felt both stronger and more brittle than ever, my mind a chaotic storm. The bread I’d been given in the kitchens was still clutched in my hand, now cold and dense. I hadn't eaten it. I’d just carried it, like some strange, heavy talisman.

Wendy was there, anxiously waiting. She’d lit a fire, and the room was warm. When she saw my face, her own expression, which had been pinched with worry, just... crumpled.

"Miss? Are you... alright? Did he...?"

"I'm fine," I said. The words sounded hollow, false.

I wasn't fine. I was... fractured.

"He didn't hurt you?" she whispered, her eyes flicking to my tunic, as if expecting to see new wounds.

"No." I dropped the loaf of bread on the table. "He... didn't hurt me."

He'd just taken my entire, simple, black-and-white worldview and shattered it into a thousand grey pieces.

The hate I’d clung to, the righteous, simple anger... it was still there. It had to be. He was a monster. He'
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