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Chapter 20: A Canvas of Blood and Devotion

I reached the hospital again with two paper cups of coffee burning my palms—hospital coffee, the worst kind. The corridors smelled of antiseptic and sleepless nights. I pushed open the door of the VIP ward quietly.

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An ambitious student who found solace in reading novels and writing her own imagination.