My eyes burst open. I heard a rough inhale as my lungs
filling with air that scratched my throat. I bolted up and found myself staring
at a dark stone wall covered in strange symbols. I looked down at my chest. It
was bare of both clothing and hair. There was a large incision running down where
my ribs came together. The edges were inflamed, the sides closed by uneven
stitches. A dark, viscous fluid dribbled out of the wound. I lifted my hands,
turning them over before my eyes. Their backs had matching tattoos of symbols I
didn’t recognize.
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