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... n’t know where I was. My lashes fluttered against the dim lamplight, and everything swam in and out of focus as if I were staring through water.
The sheets beneath me were soft, too soft, the quilt stitched with delicate flowers that seemed to blur into one another. The air was thick with perfume.
Floral, cloying, suffocating—and it only made the ache in my throat sharper.
Somewhere nearby, I heard water pouring, the steady rush muffled by a door that had been left ajar. ...
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