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The city groaned beneath a blanket of toxic fog, mirroring my own internal decay. Each breath felt like swallowing shards of cold glass, a reminder that survival was a persistent, agonizing chore. I wasn't just exhausted; I was spiritually bankrupt and dangerously, painfully awake.

When I was 12, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. My mom was at a wine tasting and told the coach to just drop me at the emergency room. I sat there alone for three hours before my aunt finally showed up.

You wake up in the year 1242, a merchant's daughter in the bustling city of Kravenor. Your father trades in rare artifacts, but what you don't know is that one of his precious items is cursed. The consequences of this curse will shape your destiny forever.

When I was 12, I broke my arm at soccer practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was at a business dinner. The coach waited with me for three hours at the emergency room before my stepmom finally showed up, looking annoyed.

When I was twelve, my appendix burst during my dance recital. Mom was too busy at her wine tasting event to pick up the phone. The neighbor drove me to the hospital while I was screaming in pain. Mom showed up three hours later, martini glass still in hand.

When I was 12, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. The coach called my mom three times before she picked up. She was at a wine tasting and told him to just take me to urgent care - she'd get the bill later.

When I was 12, I fell down the stairs at school and broke my arm in three places. My dad was in a business meeting and told the nurse to just call my aunt instead. She found me sitting there two hours later.

When I was 14, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was at a business dinner. The coach called three times before he answered, and his response was "Can't someone else handle it?"