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... The gentle drip of water echoed off the marble walls of the palace garden's bathing pool. Here, time slowed. Here, one could finally breathe.
Calista leaned against the pool's edge, eyes closed, wet hair clinging to her neck. The water rose to her shoulders. She let out a quiet sigh.
"Finally, a moment without monsters, corpses, or arrogant men," she muttered with amusement. "I was starting to feel like the heroine of a tragic poem... just with less flair and more exhaustion." < ...
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