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... on top of every cell in my body pulsing with a low, electric hum.
It isn’t painful. It’s just... there.
Present.
Like background noise.
I flutter my eyes open, squinting against the dark ceiling. It’s definitely morning—there’s light peeking around the room-darkening blinds—but no idea what time.
Hell, it could be afternoon.
The air conditioner’s on, too. I wonder if someone was smart enough to close the window. They must have, because I can hear ...
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