Chapter 42 Not So Different, After All

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"I'm better off dead, I guess" I think to myself as I clutch the yellow dress I'm wearing as the carriage drives past the streets.

I haven’t stepped foot outside the castle since I arrived. I'm barely living, my guilt feeds deeper and Ravon's judgement in my head worsens it.

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