My eyes fluttered open, and I gazed at the unfamiliar ceiling. What happened? The last thing I remembered was being pushed off the cliff, dying, but here I was, feeling weak and disoriented. I tried to sit up, but my body felt light and fragile, and I collapsed back onto the bed with a loud thud. The door burst open, and a maid in a crisp uniform rushed in, concern etched on her face.She didn't say anything. Her wide eyes flicked over me, assessing, trembling hands clenching the hem of her apron. I opened my mouth to speak, but my throat was dry like sandpaper. The maid stepped forward hesitantly, a glass of water in hand before I could even ask."You're awake," she whispered, almost as if saying it too loudly would break the fragile reality we both stood in.I took the glass, my fingers brushing hers. She flinched. Why? What did she see when she looked at me?"Where am I?" My voice cracked.The maid hesitated, glancing over her shoulder toward the hallway. “The estate… His estate.”
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