A dull heaviness throbbed in my head as my eyes fluttered open. air felt still, yet a faint golden light was peeking in through the tiny holes in the storeroom’s wooden walls. The sun’s morning rays trickled inside like shy intruders, scattering little specks of dust that danced lazily in the beam. It wasn’t pitch black anymore… and somehow, that made the place feel less suffocating than last night.
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