Inaya, unaware of the presence outside her door, sat cross-legged on her bed, her head tilted upward as she hummed the final notes of the song.
Music was her refuge, a place where she could pour out all the emotions she struggled to articulate.
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CHAPTER 12
Inaya, unaware of the presence outside her door, sat cross-legged on her bed, her head tilted upward as she hummed the final notes of the song.
Music was her refuge, a place where she could pour out all the emotions she struggled to articulate.
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