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... eart was auditioning for a rock band. Maybe—just maybe—it was time to cut back on the caffeine.
As I forced my eyes open, I found myself staring at a ceiling that was most definitely not mine. Wooden beams, old and weathered, stretched above me. The last time I saw something like this was at our ancestral home when we visited Grandma—except this place looked even older. Like, 'it probably creaks ominously for dramatic effect' old.
"Where the hell am I?" I muttered, glancing aroun ...
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