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... remembers everything before your mind catches up. Yeah, that one.
Soft silk sheets clung to my skin, so warm but slightly damp from night sweat.
Gross.
The room still smelled faintly of sandalwood and something sweeter; maybe cherry blossoms from the garden outside.
However, my muscles ached in a deep—but let’s say—satisfying way, the kind that reminded me just how thoroughly the fox sisters had used me the night before. Ganging up on me like that.
Though, ...
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