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the only other thing i can recall is a sensation: an unfamiliar roughness lapping the top of my head. pain pricked through my skull, and the roughness shrouded it, dulled it.
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the only other thing i can recall is a sensation: an unfamiliar roughness lapping the top of my head. pain pricked through my skull, and the roughness shrouded it, dulled it.
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