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Aria’s POV.

The morning sun peeked through the thick, heavy velvet curtains, its soft rays casting faint golden streaks across the cold, gray stone walls of the room.

The light felt weak, like it didn’t dare to brighten the space fully, as if even nature understood the suffocating tension that lingered here. I sat perched on the edge of my bed, my body stiff and unmoving