Darkness had always been a part of her life. It wasn't the kind that came with nightfall but the kind that lingered inside her home-if she could even call it that.
The bruises on her arms were fresh, her hands trembled as she clutched the corner of the torn bedsheet. The walls of this house, thick with the stench of cruelty, had never heard laughter-only screams, only pain.
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