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Grace’s POV It had been so long since I last slept that I’d forgotten what it felt like to be rested. Sarah had noticed—of course, she had. She’d seen the fatigue in my eyes before I did, softly insisting that I rest. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed it until I woke, my head clearer, but still carrying the weight of so much that I didn’t yet understand. The first thing I did after stirring was search for her. I needed to learn more to make myself useful, but when I stepped out into the vast apartment, she was nowhere to be found. I wandered through the hallways, each corner leading me deeper into what felt like an endless maze. The space was too large, too quiet, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of being out of place. But then, I stumbled upon the library—rows of books, countless sto