(There might be a slight TRIGGER WARNING in this chapter, nothing bad happens though.)
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After I got cleaned up for dinner, I headed to the dining hall. The more important people sit to themselves at a long rectangular table carved of thick wood.
Dangling above the table, hanging from the dome arched ceiling is a crystal chandelier, reflecting light from the candles lit underneath.
Back in the only world that I knew, until now, I couldn't imagine myself ever being able to partake in its glory.
Me. I'm an important person.
Sure, the ego really wants to believe that, but even after everything that's happened, I'm still having a difficult time adjusting to the thought of it all.
Glancing around the room in awe, I stare for a few moments to really take everything in.
A hand is pla
