Chapter 12: A Room Without Walls
The hotel room overlooked Lake Pichola, its still waters catching the pink hues of an early Rajasthani dawn. From a distance, the Jag Mandir Palace seemed to float like a mirage — silent, beautiful, untouchable. It mirrored exactly how Anya felt in that moment: untethered from her past, hiding in luxury, desperate to become invisible.
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