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... ine. A groan escaped me, muffled by my hand.
Sleep clung to me like a tenacious fog, weaving through my brain, making thoughts sluggish and sentences a distant dream.
"Is something wrong, Val?" Camila's voice cut through the haze, sharp as a morning bird's call.
"Uh, no," I croaked, forcing my eyelids open. They felt like sandpaper against each other, each blinking a herculean effort. "Just, uh, early morning energy dip." A believable lie, I hoped.
Kolek strode in ...
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