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... like a person rising from sleep and more like a disgruntled crypt spirit climbing out of its coffin after discovering someone had rearranged its bones alphabetically.
My eyes peeled open with all the grace of rusted hinges, and for a moment I lay there blinking blearily at nothing, trying to remember what century it was, who I was, and why my neck felt like I’d been strangled by my own pillow.
Eventually, memory returned in a sluggish, swirling wave—Elvina, the director, the stup ...
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