She was in her bedroom, sunlight streaming through the tall glass windows. The scent of fresh ink and parchment filled the air, and the weight of her familiar silk nightgown clung to her skin.
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05/04/2025
Her hands were small. Too small.
Frantically, she rushed to the mirror, and the reflection staring back at her was her younger self.
She had returned to the past.
Before Cosette’s arrival.
Before her desperate attempts to win her father’s love.
Before her execution.
This time, she would not be the foolish daughter who begged for affection.
This time, she would change everything.
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