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... pouring and the pack house was quiet. The morning had barely begun, and most of them were still asleep, warm in their beds, safe in their world.
I was not part of that world.
I forced my aching body up the stairs, every movement sending fresh waves of pain through me. My ribs felt cracked, maybe broken. My skin was raw from the rain, my bruises dark and angry against my pale flesh
Step by step, I climbed to the attic. My prison.
The room was as empty and cold as ...
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