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2024-10-29 19:42:56Celandine rubbed her eyes idly, she was still feeling ridiculously sleepy. She extended her hands on the bed and yawned, moving her body to the other side. The pillow was so soft and felt comfy, the bed cover over her body felt smooth and warm. She could smell of just made bacon and beef, the smell was so intoxicating, at that moment, her stomach declared that it was craving for food.
'Wait,' she opened her eyes, feeling weird. "Where the hell am I?" she mumbled.
Her memories were all blurry, all she could remember was the image of Hadassah had stepped out from that magical pyre. The moment she recalled her face, hatred and rage appeared in her eyes.
She looked around the room, it was neat and big sized, also well decorated with stylish furniture and expensive materials. She wondered if someone kind had found her somewhere or saved her from that witch. Her gaze fell on the wound of her wrist, it was bandaged welly. She nearly lost all of her
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