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Roses And Thorns

Peeling my eyes open took a much greater effort than it should. Stain glass windows came into view.

The array of colours in the glass casting a pinkish hue in the room, rousing a dovish feel in me.

The sharp sting of pain in my jaw, kickstarted my perforated memory, causing a rush of the previous event to ram into my head all at once. I winced when I realized I had been kidnapped once again.

For the first time, I took notice of the room I was in and awed at the architecture. Almost everything in the bedroom was antique. No wonder the windows were a made of stain glass.

Who the hell uses stain glass windows in this era if not in a church... Or is this a castle?

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