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... ck to me in fragments.
First, the pain.
A dull, throbbing ache at the base of my skull.
Then, the dry taste of metal in my mouth. My ears rang like distant sirens, and I felt the floor under my back, sticky and cold.
I blinked slowly.
Blurry faces. Harsh whispers. Someone was crying.
And then I remembered...
Zaara.
She was the one who swung the crowbar.
Right into my skull.
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