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... first, I thought I was back in my room, staring at the white walls I had grown to call a sanctuary.
But the air was different. It didn’t smell like the expensive wax of the manor or the faint lavender of Nonna’s tea.
It smelled of chemicals. Of cold metal. Of death kept at bay.I tried to move, and the world shifted.
A scream died in my throat, replaced by a wet, pathetic wheeze. My back wasn’t a part of my body anymore; it was a sheet of molten lead, pinned down by a thou ...
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