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... onscious mind, strange and muffled, as though whispered from underwater. My head felt like it had been stuffed with damp wool, every thought sluggish and refusing to line up properly. I wanted to answer, or at least force my eyes open, but the weight pressing down on me was too much. I was too tired, too beaten down to care.
Then something brushed against my nose. Light. Ticklish. Persistent.
At first, I dismissed it as a trick of my battered senses—some leftover ghost of pain. B ...
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