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Chapter 8

  • I stirred to the feel of my hair caressing my face, the strangeness immediately hitting me out of nowhere; for the last I remembered, I wasn't supposed to be alive.
  • And why was the ceiling a beautiful white design, or was it just my sight blurring from all the pain dancing in my skull?
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