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The dim moonlight filtered through a crack in the window, casting an ethereal glow over the unfamiliar room. My body sank into the soft bed, the silky sheets wrapping around me like a cocoon. The sensation was luxurious, far too perfect. This wasn’t my world. My cabin had no sheets, let alone a bed like this. My chest tightened.

Was I dreaming?

I stretched my fingers across the fabric, tracing its softness, grounding myself in its undeniable reality. No, this wasn’t a dream. My head throbbed, a deep, pounding ache that made me wince. Memories of the chaos flooded back—the rogues, the screams, the blood. I moved to sit up, but my body protested with sharp, unforgiving pain, reminding me of every injury I’d endured. Even breathing felt like a monumental effort.

With a trembling hand, I pushed the sheets away and reached up to touch my temple, flinching as my fingers met a tender, swollen spot. It was as if every nerve in my body screamed for rest, but panic had already taken hold. Where
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