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... ruggled for air like I’d been drowning in sleep. My skin was slick with sweat, clinging to the sheets, and my heart thrashed violently against my ribs like it wanted out.
The dream had been too vivid. Too cruel. And far too real.
I sat up slowly, pressing a hand to my chest, trying to ground myself. The room was still, silent, the only sound the rhythm of my breathing—fast and uneven. The sunlight had already slipped through the curtains, golden and warm, casting long lines acros ...
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