The night in the convent was heavier than usual. Every corner of the old building seemed to hold secrets. The stone walls absorbed the candlelight and reflected faint, wavering shadows, making the corridors appear alive. Christiana lay awake in her bed, her hands tightly gripping the sheets. Her mind refused to rest.Joy, across the room, remained motionless, her eyes open in the darkness. Christiana could feel her presence, even without looking. It was as if Joy was watching her from inside her own mind, understanding every thought before it could even form. A chill ran down Christiana’s spine.Earlier that evening, during dinner, Christiana had felt the strange weight of Joy’s observation. Every movement, every gesture, had been cataloged. Joy asked questions in a casual tone, as if discussing the weather, but Christiana had felt the hidden edge beneath each word. She had laughed politely at Joy’s “innocent” questions, but the unease lingered.Now, lying in the darkness, she realize
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