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... oke with a violent shudder. My chest heaved, pulling in great gasps of air as soft sunlight pierced the cheap blinds.
I was alive. I reached up and frantically touched my head; it was perfectly intact.There was no bullet hole, no blood, or a scar.
"Fuck... what a terrifying nightmare," I rasped, shivering from the memory of the gunshots. "I thought I had actually died."
But the relief was instantly replaced by a deep sense of disorientation. I wasn’t in my apartment. This ...
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