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... s were having their meeting, Isabelle was currently a battle of her own
Trapped in her mind, everywhere was cold.
The kind of cold that didn’t just freeze the skin, but ate away at the hope inside the bones.
*Clang. Clang.*
The sound of iron bars rattling against stone.
Isabelle looked down. Her hands were small, dirty, and covered in sores.
A familiar scene, to a time before becoming a maid, to a time where she was just... merchandise.
"No ...
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