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Only a few rotten holes in the walls allowed for airflow, giving her a sense of time. However, judging from the moonlight, it was definitely still nighttime.
“Ugh.” Alice buckled over to throw up, but nothing came out. Her rumbling stomach refused to offer her anything other than some foul-smelling spit that dribbled down her chin. She rubbed her stomach with her spindly fingers.
She wiped the vile dribble off her chin, and her head lazily rested on the freezing walls. Sh ...
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