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s too soft

sudden movement. Someone shifts, the

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sn't m

weet. My room smells like lavender, a

an process, the motion a blur. One second I'm lying down,

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cks, and I clear my th

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movement feels unnatural, like I'm gliding instead of wal

th a grip that's firm but not painful. "We don't do

s grasp and glare

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t time how cold my skin feels. "Why do I

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eyes lock onto mine, and for the first

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I even make it two steps. "Don't make this harder th

but he catches me effortlessly. It

d I let out a growl of frustr

I shout, twisting out of h

r the third time. "You're not thinking clearl

am, using all my st

w. Without thinking, I throw my entire weight into it, s

past me. I hit the ground hard, the impact jarring

n unnatural angle, the bone clear

ifts, realigning itself. The skin knits back toget

I whisper, star

ight. It feels... good. Comforting. I

o ash," I murmur,

ybe I'm not wh

ion. I look around and realize I'm stand

n the sunlight. Workers are scattered across the p

His expression is a mix of shock and horror, and I realize it

ard him, and that

hear

hat drowns out everything else. My throa

hisper to myself,

tear my eyes away from him. All I can think about is

l hunger taking over. I can feel my

my mind screaming at me to sto

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