Chapter 33: What Was That?

Chapter 33: What Was That?

The morning light spills through the glass wall like liquid gold, slow and unhurried, spreading across the marble floor in wide, lazy pools. Dust motes float in the warmth—tiny, luminous, suspended in the air like stars that forgot how to fall. They drift upward, weightless, catching the light.

I stretch beneath the blankets, my body uncoiling slowly. My arms rise above my head, my back arching slightly against the mattress, joints shifting in the quiet.

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