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I often wondered why the prince plucked me from the woods and locked me in his tower of stone. In time, I came to understand that a greedy hand never rests.
All my life, I waited for a sign that my existence had meaning, that there was more beyond the outskirts where I was born. I felt misplaced, a girl adrift in a world too vast and unkind.
But I escaped. I clawed my way out. I found freedom, piece by broken piece. I stitched myself back together with whatever I could find: shattered memories, cracked hopes, fragments of who I’d been.
I...
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