Chapter 117 Rest Is For The Wicked.

The world didn't wake me; it assaulted me.

I came to in the grey haze of dawn, my head throbbing with a rhythmic, sickening pulse that made the ceiling fan seem to spin in slow, agonizing circles.

Nausea roiled in my gut, sharp and insistent, forcing me to lay perfectly still as the room tilted on...

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