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Breaking Point

Autor: Toyin
last update Data de publicação: 2025-11-16 03:56:26

POV: Anna

I ran until my lungs burned and my legs threatened to give out beneath me. The mansion was a maze, but somehow I found my way to a door that led outside, into the gardens.

The night air hit my face, cold and sharp. I gasped, drinking it in, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. But it was no use. Everything hurt. My body, my heart, my pride. Everything.

I stumbled forward into the garden, past perfectly manicured hedges and flower beds I couldn't see in the darkness. My vision wa
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