A New Life, A New ChanceSophia Pov My body felt heavy, waterlogged, and cold. A strange, detached sensation, as if I were floating in a suffocating darkness. I’d been waiting for the torment to begin; the last thing I remembered was his horrified face as I bled out on his floor, a curse on my lips. My life had been extinguished by his hand, the last echoes of my voice a promise of vengeance. But why wasn't I a ghost? Why wasn't I already a vengeful spirit, already haunting his every moment? The void was not filled with the familiar cold of the grave or the fiery wrath of a vengeful soul. It was just a strange, quiet emptiness.A voice pierced the void, gentle and frantic. “My lady! Oh, my lady, you are awake!”I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids were heavy, weighed down by an exhaustion that seemed to predate my death. A soft, warm hand stroked my forehead, a touch so foreign, so kind, that a shudder ran through me. In my last life, hands only brought pain, a harsh shove, a str
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