Liah’s POVTwo days.That’s how long I’d been rotting in this cell. Two days without food, without water. My throat burned raw, my stomach twisted in on itself, and every breath felt like it scraped my ribs.But the worst part wasn’t the hunger. It was knowing Aurora had won.I lay curled on the bench, lips cracked, tongue thick. My hands shook as I pushed myself upright. The air stank of rust and damp stone. My head swam from the emptiness clawing inside me.When the door creaked open earlier, I’d begged. “Please. Just water.” My voice had come out hoarse, pathetic. The guard hadn’t even looked at me. He’d dropped the plate just outside the bars, far enough that I couldn’t reach it, then locked the door and walked away.That plate was still there. The bread stale, crawling with ants. A reminder. A taunt.Aurora’s laughter still rang in my ears. Her voice, sweet and poisonous, telling them I was jealous, that I was nothing. And they’d believed her. At least enough to put me here.I c
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