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... n felt was the cold. It bit and crawled up his pale skin, curling up like rot behind his ribs. His eyes snapped open, and the ceiling greeted him with familiar cracks in unfamiliar silence.
His kitchen ceiling.
He jolted up, pushing himself off the ground, slow and stiff. Like something was dragging against his spine with every inch of movement.
His head throbbed in delayed agony, but there was no blood. No scent of it. Not a single drop where his skull had smashed into t ...
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