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Chapter 13: No Longer A Servant

مؤلف: Miss Catty Lu
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Elara’s Pov

I stood in the middle of the laundry room. I looked at the pile of dirty linens on the floor. These were the warrior uniforms from the morning training.

Normally, I would be on my knees, scrubbing the blood and dirt out of the fabric until my fingers bled.

“Elara! What are you doing standing there?” Mrs. Gable walked in, wiping her face with a rag. “The North Wing is waiting for these. Get to work.”

I didn't move. I looked at the bucket of gray water.

“No,” I said.

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