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𝘈𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘥 POV

I stopped counting the days.

At first, I tried. Ticking invisible lines into the wall with a chipped fingernail, marking each one with a whisper of hope. But after the sixth or seventh, maybe the tenth, maybe the twentieth—I stopped. The stone didn't change. Neither did the sil...