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... or we all frequented was stained red.
There were dark red stains on the carpet Hena maintained daily.
I vividly remember her shaking off the dust every morning, but now it was a mess, covered in mud.
The dishes we used daily were shattered into pieces, and the sofa where Terion often lay had its leather torn.
It was disgusting.
It felt as though our precious haven had been desecrated.
This cabin was a place everyone wanted to escape from, a prison ...
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