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... coffee table the next morning. Natalia noticed them with a frown as she stumbled into the living room, one hand clutching her neck. A groan escaped her lips. The effort of moving sent a bolt of white-hot agony through her shoulders and down her spine.
"Not now," she whispered.
She knew this pain. The Aspect Overload hangover. Every time she pushed too hard, it came back worse. Like her body kept a ledger of every debt, compounding the interest.
Natalia braced herself agai ...
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