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... blind, but sharp enough to hurt—white and sterile and unyielding. It pressed against the inside of her skull, a steady ache blooming behind her eyes.
She groaned softly, the sound scraping her throat, and tried to turn her head. Pain flared immediately, a sharp reminder that her body had not come out of whatever had happened unscathed.
Her lashes fluttered.
The ceiling above her swam in and out of focus, edges blurring, doubling, then settling. White panels. Recessed lig ...
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