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Chapter 43 Take A Breather

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*Ana*

"Oh…this isn't good." The words taste like copper on my tongue the moment they leave my lips as I step out. I've made the biggest mistake of all. But it's too late. I'm doomed.

The click of the silver-and-glass doors shutting behind me all but confirmed my end. Because the moment they do, the world changes.

The noise cuts off like a blade through velvet—sharp, final. No more crystal goblets chiming like broken bells, no strangled violin strings sawing through the air like tortured metal.
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