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... of morning birds, the fragrance of the garden outside the door, and the sunlight shining on the bed. Instead of the sea breeze wrapped in cold rain, the smell of charred charcoal, and the icy floor that steals body heat.
But in any case, it’s always a good thing to wake up before the fireplace is reduced to ashes and before the monsters gnaw me to the bone.
I propped up what felt like a body not my own, feeling every piece of flesh ache. But my mind was unexpectedly clear. Excep ...
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