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She didn’t get to the bath right away. Instead, she held herself with straight arms against the sink, eyes closed. Deep breaths in and out fought the void in her core that wanted to pull her in. The same void that had pulled her to oblivion during those last days at Zibanitu’s. The void that simplified her life by erasing all care.
She didn’t give in, but neither did she find calm. Instead, her mind fixated on Graffias’ aggressive attitude, on Daniel’s strange behavior, and all the rest she had no answers for.
Her eyes lifted to her reflection. She forced herself to meet her gaze.
It was one of the hardest things she’d ever done.
Tears came, and she couldn’t explain their source.
Her eyes closed, her mind reenacting this last confrontation with Graffias. She’d never been in real d
