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... r on to a temperature that probably would have cooked lobster after ten minutes. The pipes groaned before the stream steadied, the sound echoing off the tile.
Steam started rising immediately, filling the small space with warmth and moisture. I peeled off my clothes, the fabric stuck to my skin in places where the blood had soaked through and dried against me. I had to pull it away slowly, feeling the slight tug as it separated. I dropped everything on the floor in a heap near the door. ...
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