🌘 CHAPTER 7 - The Death Of Innocence

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The mansion was silent in a way that hurt. Walls that once echoed laughter now only remembered screams. Vindhyā’s perfume still hung faintly in the corridor, like the ghost of pride refusing to fade. Mayūrī’s dolls sat abandoned near the stairs, their eyes cracked, their silk dresses gathering dust.