Chapter 17 One Knife, One Pan, One Problem

I woke to pain. Real, sharp, oh-my-gods-what-now pain.

My body slammed against something hard with every jolt. My ribs burned. My head pounded like someone had stuffed a drum inside my skull and invited toddlers to play with sticks. A dry, dusty scent filled my nose, and was that a horse I just...

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