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Chapter 20
Chapter 20 It felt like I was drowning in blackness for eons. Like my perception of it was a continuous timeline, and I could account for every second of it, one after another, in a seemingly endless succession. So it was more than a little disorienting to open my eyes to find myself almost exactly where I had been when I had slipped away. I was still in my grandmother's cabin. I was no longer on the floor, but I was in the chair I had been sitting in before falling down. Well, not so much sitting as slumping over the thick overlapping mass of rope that was holding me up against the chair back. "There she is!" Mandy chirped. I lifted my head and focused on her, back in her chair again as well. But she was no longer drinking tea. No, she was sorting through my art bag, the one I had l
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