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Chapter 18 — Twists of Fate and Borrowed Attire
Titania’s POV Groaning, I shifted on the bed, a sharp pang of discomfort slicing through my awareness as I cringed in realization – I’d been shot. Mumbling curses softly beneath my breath, I rolled out of bed, my feet brushing against the chilly floor. As I pushed myself upright, I balanced carefully, my steps wary as I followed the trail to the bathroom. With a gentle push, the bathroom door creaked open, revealing a room enveloped in a curtain of steam, the air heavy with moisture. My focus fixed upon the mirror, capturing the reflection – a damp, battered chest that bore the unmistakable marks of my journey, a tapestry woven with threads of both agony and resolve. Mmm, a playful whisper danced through my thoughts, but I shook my head, pulling my attention away from the mirror. And th
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