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... ack to the Castle and her old room, hoping to avoid their coldness and disapproval.
However, she shifted because of a different reason. Every night became a torment for Helia. As the moon rose high in the sky, her slave mark burned with a fierce intensity that brought tears to her eyes. She couldn't sleep, and every midnight until dawn, she cried out in agony, her screams muffled by the pillows she buried her face in. The pain was unbearable, and she was trapped in a cycle of agony and s ...
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