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... groggy, like someone had poured sand into my veins.
My head throbbed dully, and the first thing I noticed was the cool weight of a wet towel resting on my forehead. A blanket was wrapped snugly around me, tucked carefully at the sides as if someone was trying to keep me from shivering. I blinked slowly, my eyes adjusting to the soft morning light leaking through the curtains. My clothes were different too—clean, loose, smelling faintly of detergent. It took me a few seconds to realize t ...
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