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𝟖 — 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 ❧♡

The room was bathed in silence now—no thunder, no fear, just the rhythmic sound of shallow breathing and the soft whir of the air purifier. The lights were dimmed, casting a muted golden hue across the walls. Outside, the rain had not stopped, but in here, everything was still.

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