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THE UNENDING CYCLE OF LOSS

THYME'S POV:

A fiery burn coursed through my veins, an invisible poison that left me weak and trembling. My limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, as if made of lead, and the world spun with a nauseating lurch every time I tried to stand. My head was a throbbing mess, a constant, dull ache that mad...