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The morning mist clung low to the ground, curling between the tree trunks like a secret. Ivy stood barefoot in the clearing behind the main house, the grass cold and wet under her toes. She wasn't sure why she came out here. Maybe to breathe. Maybe to remember what it felt like to be something other than caught.
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