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Scout sat up, heart racing. But this wasn’t the thready, ineffectual fast beat from before. No, this time it was a strong, hard beat pounding alertness to every bit of her body. She could see the world around her in sharp detail, hear every skitter of a snowflake hitting the rock face around her, process sensory detail from every distinct nerve ending over her entire body.
Or at least it felt that way. It was all too much. She wanted to scream, but a hand was already pressed tight across her mouth to hold the sound in.
“Easy,” Daisy said. “Give it a minute. The first jolt is the worst.”
Scout took a few deep breaths through her nose, and as she willfully forced the tension out of her body, Daisy dropped her hand. Scout took a few more breaths before asking, “First jolt of what?”
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