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She lay on her back, surrounded by the soft glow of candles. The darkness outside seemed to press in around her like a physical force, but she felt safe here, in this tiny room with its worn wooden floor and faded curtains. It was a place where she could escape from the world's cruelty, if only for a little while.
The scent of incense wafted through the air, mingling with the smell of old books and forgotten memories. She had always been drawn to this kind of thing - the quiet, the darkness, the sense that she was hiding away from the world. It was as if her soul was made of shadowy things, like a creature that only thrived in the darkest recesses.
As she lay there, a sense of calm began to seep into her bones. She felt like she could let go, just for a little while, and be free from all the burdens that weighed her down. The world outside might be full of pain and suffering, but here, in this small space, she was safe. At least, for now, she was safe.
