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A TANGLED MYSTERY

THYME'S POV:

The rose-scented water was a blissful cocoon, and I let myself sink into its warm, pinkish silence. The world dissolved. I held my breath, letting go of everything, just for a moment. But when my lungs burned and I pushed myself up, gasping for air, the world I had left was gone.

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