Chapter 1 : Empty Days (1) I raised my eyelids and habitually brushed my left eye with my hand, but as always, I felt nothing. Stretching and rising from bed, my soft silk pajamas slid off my shoulders. Looking in the mirror, I saw my disheveled white hair, gaunt cheeks, my pale right eye, and my lightless left eye. The day had begun. ...
Chapter 1 : Empty Days (1) I raised my eyelids and habitually brushed my left eye with my hand, but as always, I felt nothing. Stretching and rising from bed, my soft silk pajamas slid off my shoulders. Looking in the mirror, I saw my disheveled white hair, gaunt cheeks, my pale right eye, and my lightless left eye. The day had begun. The world outside the window was still shrouded in darkness, but the small clock by my bedside showed it was noon. When I rang the small silver bell beside the bed, a knock soon followed. “Your Grace, I’ve brought tea,” said the maid as she entered, her face as stiff as ever. Her tone was polite, but devoid of emotion. Even the way she placed the teacup on the table was unbearably mechanical. Here, the title “Your Grace” wasn’t a term of respect for me; it wa
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