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... ngs, I shot up as if an invisible hand had ripped me from the bed.
For a moment, I couldn’t grasp where I was as the familiar, dim twilight of the room filled my eyes.
My heart thundered like a war drum beating against my ribcage, and the nightshirt clinging to my skin was so drenched it felt as if I had fallen into a river. My eyes desperately searched the room for an anchor, and I noticed a dark figure in the wooden chair placed right beside my bed.
It was Iris.
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