Chapter 47

SERAPHINA'S POV

The world above was a blur of ripples and shadows, but all I could feel was the suffocating cold.

My limbs flailed, heavy and useless, tangled in the wet fabric of my dress. Panic gripped me, more vicious than the chill. My lungs screamed, but my mind screamed louder.

'Not again. Not...

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