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Chapter 13 - The Morning After

Author: MELLA
last update publish date: 2026-04-21 07:02:39

The sun didn't shine into the gallery the next morning; it glared. It cut through the high skylights in long, dusty shafts of gold that felt like needles against my eyes.

I stood in the small, private restroom tucked behind the curator’s office, staring at the woman in the mirror. My hair was a mess of tangles, my skin pale except for the faint, blooming heat on my neck where Julian’s lips had pressed only hours before. I looked like a stranger. I looked like a woman who had finally stopped fig
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