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Hello, I’m Helena… or that’s what they call me now. My real name’s lost, like my home. I was taken from my village, from my path to becoming a priestess. Now I’m just… property. It’s hard to hold onto kindness when fear’s all I know. But I still see beauty in sunsets, find comfort in stories. Maybe you’ll see more in me than just a slave? I’m scared, but I’m here.