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Elara’s POV
The darkness smelled like damp earth and old stone.
I pressed my spine against the cellar wall. My knees were drawn up to my chest, arms locked around them so tight my fingernails bit into my own skin. The space was barely wider than a coffin. Rough wooden beams formed the ceiling just above my head—the underside of the guest room floor.
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