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By day, I am a caregiver. I cook, I clean, I soothe, I serve. My family leans on me, but rarely thanks me. They see the meals, the folded laundry, the medicine logged—but not the weight I carry.By night, I become something else. Down in the basement, behind the old shelves, I keep an altar. Candles. Herbs. A bowl of salt. This is where I reclaim myself. Where I whisper to the dark. Where I complete my nightly rituals, unseen. They don’t know. They wouldn’t understand. But the spirits do. And they never forget to thank me.This morning, I fed ...
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The festival drums rattled the city’s walls, laughter spilling from lantern-lit streets. Banners flapped in the wind, gilded masks shimmered, and nobles danced without care. She stood at the edge of the courtyard, hands trembling, fingers brushing the cold stone of the fountain. She, a servant, a shadow in someone else’s story, had never belonged here. Not to the music, not to the masks, not to the laughter.At twenty-one—the age of the drinker, the age of reckoning—her world had grown too small, too constricted. She had spent a lifetime imag...
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