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Chapter 32

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Sitaara’s trembling hands wedged the iron pipe tightly into the door handle, her sobs echoing in the suffocating silence between each violent bang. The wooden frame shook with every strike, the sound of madness growing louder, closer, hungrier. She stumbled back in terror, her bare feet scraping the rough terrace floor, until her heels touched the very edge. The wind whipped around her, tugging at her clothes, as if daring her to let go.

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