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★ CHAPTER 5: " BREATH SWEETHEART!, BREATH! " ★

Aarohi's eyes opened to a ceiling she didn't recognize.

White. High. Unfamiliar. The kind of ceiling that belonged to places she had never been, rooms she had never slept in, lives she had never lived. For a moment, there was nothing—no fear, no memory, no weight on her chest. Just the ceiling, the soft grey light filtering through heavy curtains, and the distant sound of rain against glass.

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