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... hat no hangover could compare.
Blood had dried and crusted over the wound on my palm, one thing I noticed among plenty of others. Like the fact that I was lying on dusty floorboards, staring at a ceiling that had been decaying for a quite a long time now.
“Matriarchs…” I heard myself whisper.
It all started coming back to me like a pull of a lever.
So it was all in my head, was it? Matriarchs can just enter someone’s mind willy-nilly just like that? Those two are ...
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