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4. Rue
4 Rue Before I even open my eyes, the pain is there, my constant companion. The surface I’ve been sleeping on is more comfortable than the wooden floor, but it’s not my bed. Glancing around, I realize that Dryas must have brought me down to the dungeon for some reason. Why would he do that? To protect me from something? To hide me from someone? My mind is too hazy to think straight right now. I look down to find Dryas fumbling with my ankle, spilling rubbing alcohol everywhere except on my skin. I suck in a breath at the pain when he does eventually manage to splash the deep wound with it. Jesus, Mother of Mary, it hurts. My eyes well up. I’m definitely awake now. Everything hurts. Everything is swollen in some strange way, each part bruised differently. My face feels like it has t
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