Chapter 33 THE FIRE IN THE ROSES

I wake up on a velvet sofa that smells of dust and cedar, under a man's jacket and a lilac blanket that isn't mine.

For a few seconds I don't know where I am. The ceiling is high and cracked, a long fault like a river on a map. Light comes slantwise through tall windows, gold and thick with motes.

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