I was lying in my cabin, consumed by a suffocating sense of guilt, replaying the events of that night in my mind, each memory like a dagger piercing my already tormented soul.
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I was lying in my cabin, consumed by a suffocating sense of guilt, replaying the events of that night in my mind, each memory like a dagger piercing my already tormented soul.
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