She felt fury.
A raw, burning kind. The type that didn’t scream — it simmered. Quiet and poisonous, like acid beneath the skin. It sat in her chest like fire wrapped in glass, and every breath she took only sharpened the edges.
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She felt fury.
A raw, burning kind. The type that didn’t scream — it simmered. Quiet and poisonous, like acid beneath the skin. It sat in her chest like fire wrapped in glass, and every breath she took only sharpened the edges.
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