Chapter 12 Chapter 12 – Gilded Prison Break

Mya

The house has a heartbeat if you listen closely.

Guards’ boots thump past my door regularly. Magdalena’s steps are quicker, lighter, accompanied by the faint clink of crockery on a tray. Nico’s tread is unmistakable, heavier and slower than the others. I’ve learned them all. Each sound etche...

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