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When consciousness finally returned to me, it came slow-like the world was pushing itself back into shape one soft breath at a time. My eyelids felt heavy, glued together, and for a moment I didn't remember where I was. The scent was the first thing I noticed-clean, faintly masculine, something sharp like cedar and something softer like vanilla and soap. It wasn't my room. It wasn't my bed.


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