Know your place, servant!” my mother-in-law hurled a plate at me. She had no idea how shocked she would be later that evening when it turned out I was the daughter of the regional governor.
A loud crash sounded right by my temple, and the wall suddenly became splattered with crimson streaks. Sharp shards of white ceramic, like icy crystals, covered the floor at my feet with a melodious yet ominous chime. The air filled with the thick, pungent smell of beetroot and herbs. “People who are in this house […]
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