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... n the blessed hope that maybe I’d died in my sleep and escaped this circus—was pain.
Not the sharp sting of a wound, but the deeper ache of a soul ripped from the warm haze of oblivion and slammed back into the unforgiving realm of responsibility.
Something slammed against the door with the force of a divine smiting, and I swear my spirit tried to crawl out of my body and flee through the nearest crack in the marble.
It was a violent, cosmic bang, the kind of noise that a ...
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