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... e she clawed at her throat. Disorientation washed over her, a dizzying wave of confusion when she felt nothing. The last thing she remembered was the cold, sterile room, the masked executioner, the prick of the needle as it entered her skin... the darkness. Now, she was staring at the familiar floral patterns of her bedroom wallpaper, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.
Panic gripped her. She sat bolt upright, her heart pounding in her chest. Had it all been a dream? A ...
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