Sample V-14: The Ruins of Trust
The villa was a sanctuary of light and salt, perched on a cliff overlooking the turquoise waters of the Amalfi Coast. The air was filled with the scent of lemon groves and wild rosemary, and the sound of the Mediterranean lapping against the rocks below. I lay in a room with open shutters, the sunlight dancing across my skin. For months, I had been a prisoner of my own body, but for the first...
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