Chapter 18 I'm in a coffin

Poppy

Waking up wasn't a sudden, clear-headed transition. It felt like a slow, agonizing crawl out of a pitch-black ocean.

My head was throbbing, a vicious, white-hot pulse beating right behind my eyes that made me want to throw up. My tongue felt thick, tasting faintly of iron and the stale, bitt...

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