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33 – Reprieve from reality

Author: Tamires Coelho
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-06 00:46:14

Vittoria’s heart faltered, beating out of rhythm, as if losing control with every passing second.

Her lungs refused air, her chest tightening in a growing suffocation, as if something invisible crushed her from within.

A wave of raw, overwhelming panic consumed her, as if the world crumbled beneath her feet, leaving her with nothing to cling to.

Desperate, she stumbled through the corridor, lurching as if the floor had turned treacherous under her feet.

The world around her dissolved into blurred shapes, her vision narrowing and clouding, as if fear had blindfolded her eyes.

The walls seemed to close in, swallowing the air. The stairs, so familiar, now stretched like an endless nightmare.

She ran—or tried to—driven by a primal, irrational urgency stronger than the fear itself.

When she finally reached the top of the staircase, her legs gave out.

She gripped the banister, fingers digging in almost painfully.

Her chest heaved in a frantic rhythm, and for a moment, she thought she might
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