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For a couple of hours, everything was going well. I was relaxed, and calmly reading one of his novels, waiting for the night to end. It didn't feel very hard, sitting in there, getting lost in the world of fantasy and magic. It was beautiful, in fact. I'd hardly ever done this before.
Back when I was a child, I was never allowed to read too much. My mother claimed it would build unrealistic expectations for someone like me, an Inferior girl, only trying to survive. I always wanted to read romantic novels, but she wouldn't let me, calling them stupid and lewd. I believed her, and that time was instead spent learning to groom my body, to make it more beautiful and take care of it, because that was the only weapon a girl would ever have.
Now that I thought about it, I was always an i
