Mukta POV
The morning sunlight spilled over my desk as I tried to focus on my notes, but my mind kept drifting back to the bracelet. The faint crack pulsed slightly, almost imperceptibly, and I could feel a chill in the air around me.
Mukta POV
The morning sunlight spilled over my desk as I tried to focus on my notes, but my mind kept drifting back to the bracelet. The faint crack pulsed slightly, almost imperceptibly, and I could feel a chill in the air around me.
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