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... d of glass she was forced to swallow, drawing blood with every unspoken word.
She wanted to shriek, to howl about the systematic violation of her soul, the bitter, rancid pill Roland had shoved down her throat, and the grotesque trap that had stripped her of every sanctuary, leaving her chained to this mockery of a marriage.
But Roland’s threat was more than a noose; it was a garrote of barbed wire, tightening with every heartbeat: If a single soul tastes this truth, I will disma ...
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