Chapter 11 Crossed Boundaries

Seraph's POV 

I wake up choking on air and dust, my lungs burning as I suck in a sharp breath.

It is damp and cold and tastes vaguely like stone and old iron, thick and stale on my tongue. My head throbs violently, a dull, splitting ache that pulses behind my eyes, each throb sending a spike of pa...

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