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Chapter 65

Beatrice’s POV

The guards dragged me across the frozen ground into another place, the wooden shack. My legs left trails in the snow - not footprints, but long, uneven furrows. Inside, a weak charcoal fire cast more shadows than warmth. The other prisoners were already there, all crawling like wound...

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