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... s-like sea of sleep.
My eyes are too heavy to pry open, but I manage anyway.
I’m not in the camper.
Panic is immediate, freezing every muscle. It was already hard to move, and now it’s impossible.
Two feet, clad in black flip-flops and wearing an anklet with a bell, chiming sweetly with every step, pace toward me. They’re men’s feet, making the anklet seem so much more out of place. It’s on a delicate golden chain, and I wonder how it doesn’t snap every time he wa ...
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