All I remember is the church. I’ve lived there since I was very young. Every day was the same—waking up early, singing, praying, being watched. I wasn’t allowed to leave, and I never really talked to anyone outside the choir. I didn’t question it. I thought that was just what life was. That was until today, when I saw you. You were standing near the garden wall, dressed in red looking up at the tower. I didn’t know who you were, but you didn’t look afraid. You looked curious. That’s the first time something in me changed.

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