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... led through the darkness, the roar of the current deafening in my ears. I didn’t know which way was up. I just knew I was spinning, slamming against rough stone, swallowing mouthfuls of vile, freezing water.
Swim, my brain commanded. Swim, Chef!
I kicked. My limbs felt heavy, weighed down by my sodden dress and the freezing temperature. I saw a faint, murky light above—the exit? The moon?
I clawed toward it. My lungs burned. My chest felt like it was being crushed by a gi ...
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