PRECIOUS “Miss, I was assigned to show you your room.” A small voice pulled me out of my reverie, and I shuddered, watching her with wide eyes. She was dressed like a maid, her black wavy hair standing on end, giving her a slightly disheveled appearance. She looked to be about my age, or slightly older by a year or two. I offered her a weak smile, “Thank you.” I followed her inside, my mouth hanging open in awe at the extravagance of the living room. It was lavishly furnished to perfection, with plush sofas, gleaming chandeliers, and intricate tapestries that seemed to tell a story. A grand piano stood like a sentinel in the corner, its intricately carved legs gleaming in the soft glow. The opulence was overwhelming, and I felt like a small, out-of-place creature in a grand, luxurious house. I was led upstairs, the creaking of the steps echoing through the silence, until the maid suddenly stopped, pushing the door open with a gentle gesture of her right hand. “This is your room,
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