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... g light cut through the curtains in thin, golden blades, and I traced the scar on my wrist with the pad of my thumb. Three days had passed since the fever broke. Five since Silas’s hands had last touched me.
At least, I think it’s been five. When you spend half your time drifting through a gray, fever-dream haze and the other half fighting for a single clear breath, the calendar starts to feel like a suggestion rather than a fact.
I’ve been mostly in and out of consciousness... m ...
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