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... of a forgotten memory trying to claw its way back. My eyelids feel heavy, my mind sluggish, thick with confusion.
I blink against the dim light filtering into the room, the world slowly sharpening into focus.
Where the hell am I?
The ceiling above me is wooden, beams crisscrossing like the inside of a rustic cabin. The faint scent of pine and something earthy—like moss and old forests—hangs in the air, seeping into my skin.
I sit up abruptly, my heart pounding, p ...
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