Una
I woke to voices swimming up from a great depth, muffled and distorted as if filtered through water. My head was an inferno packed with cotton.
The ceiling was a grid of unfamiliar white tiles. The fluorescent bars overhead were blades of pure light, stabbing at my eyes. This wasn't my room. It wasn't anywhere I knew.
Memory returned in jagged pieces. The road. The flowers. A sea of purple petals. The cloyingly sweet scent that had made
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