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Chapter 3
3 Rose Elliott woke in an unfamiliar room, bathed in sweat and terrified. It took her a moment to regain her senses, her brain sluggishly pulling together the facts: This was her new bedroom. She’d been dreaming. She was safe. Rose repeated these things like a mantra inside her head, until her body stopped trembling and she felt her heart rate subside to a much more normal state. Rose took a shaky breath and closed her eyes as her body began to relax. This was nothing new to Rose; she went through this process every morning, more or less. Rose gave a tired sigh and sat up in her bed. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a decent night’s sleep. It was a wonder she hadn’t mentally cracked yet. Crazy people don’t know they’re crazy, Rose. Ignoring the unhelpful thought, Rose l
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