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Chapter 9
Talia made her way along the hallway in slow, sluggish steps towards the kitchen. Her head was pounding insistently, without mercy. Her eyes felt puffy, as though she had spent a better part of the night crying instead of sleeping. She suppressed a jaw breaking yawn and pressed her fist to her temple. Whatever time of the day it was, was her wildest guess. But the sun shining through the open windows suggested it was not the crack of dawn, even though it felt like it. She still needed sleep, many hours of sleep, to be precise. Belatedly, she realized she had already reached the kitchen and could clearly hear some activities taking place there, but she hadn’t yet convinced her head to look up and see exactly what was going on. “Good morning, Talia.” She froze. Oh yes, it came back to h
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