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His Defeat

The bathroom sink was cold under her palms. Mrinalini gasped, her entire body shuddering as she spat out a mix of water, medicine, and dark red blood into the basin.

The concentrated acidulant from the gala had severely damaged the delicate lining of her throat. Every attempt to swallow her pain medication felt like swallowing crushed glass, triggering her body's reflex to violently purge whatever was inside her stomach.

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