Everything tainted
Her knees weakened, and she clutched the doorframe to steady herself. The thought of being watched from so many angles was enough to make her stomach churn. The garden, once her sanctuary, had been transformed into something foreign and hostile. Its peace was shattered. Every flower bed, every familiar corner, now seemed tainted. It was no longer hers, but something violated, claimed by unseen eyes determined to strip away her safety.
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