Chapter 217 – Broken by the Herbs

Layla’s POV

The obsidian cell was a prison of shadows, its black stone walls cold and slick, like they were alive, trapping every sound, every hope. I sat curled in the corner, my knees pulled tight to my chest, my torn dress clinging to my skin, damp from the dungeon’s chill. The air smelled of mol...

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