Chapter 54 Lavender And The Good Samaritan

Lavender is the first thing I smell.

Not antiseptic, not the metallic taste of blood, and not the cold, clean smell of river water bubbling into my lungs.

Only lavender; soft and warm and impossibly gentle.

I struggle to open my eyes but am unable to as they are too heavy.

My head is pounding wi...

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