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Elara’s POV
The water was barely warm.
It sputtered from the rusted brass showerhead in thin, uneven streams, more mist than flow. I stood under it anyway, scrubbing. Scrubbing until the cheap bar of soap was worn down to a fraction of its size and my skin had turned an angry, blotchy pink.
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