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... tool, the smooth wood beneath her legs just as polished as it had been back at the temple. The dressing table in front of her sparkled like it had just been cleaned, not a speck of dust in sight
She stared into the mirror, her reflection was blank.
The walls were the same soft rose color, the embroidered curtains swayed slightly even though the windows were shut.
So how was she here?
Her breath came slow and shallow. She tried not to move too much. Maybe if she st ...
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