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CHAPTER HUNDRED & SIXTY-NINE

LUCIAN

The worst part wasn’t waking up.

It was realizing I hadn’t dreamed any of it.

I wanted it to be a nightmare. One of those blurry, too-bright horrors that fade with the morning light. But this wasn’t fading. This was real.

The ceiling above me was too white. Stark. Buzzing with a cold, flu...