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... fore I even opened my eyes.
I’m alive?
That didn’t make sense. I remembered the impact—the way my body had crumpled against pavement, bones snapping like dry twigs. I remembered the blood in my mouth, the way consciousness had slipped through my fingers like smoke.
Yet when I sat up, there was no pain. No stiffness. Just the crisp rustle of hospital sheets and the too-tight tie of a gown at my back.
My hands flew to my ribs, probing for fractures. Nothing. I flexe ...
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