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... bone-deep exhaustion that settled in my limbs like lead. Then the sterile scent of antiseptic, mixing faintly with something richer, something expensive. My fingers twitched against fine sheets, smoother than any hospital bed should have been.
I cracked an eye open.
A dimly lit room. Ornate furniture. A chandelier that gleamed in the low light. This wasn't a hospital. This was luxury wrapped in pretense, a throne room disguised as a convalescence ward.
Vincent Giovanni's ...
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