The first time he left, the scent lingered for days. It curled around the doorframe, clung to the wool of her sweater, pressed itself into the pages of her books like a secret too heavy to keep. She opened all the windows, burned sage, scrubbed the floors until her knees ached—but sandalwood is stubborn. It does not leave just because you ask it to…
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The Price Of Trust
The two soldiers removed my shirt and turned my face away, holding me in place. I could feel the cold metal of the handcuffs biting into my wrists. A moment of deadly silence passed. I could hear my own heart pounding in my chest. What were they going to do to me?
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