PAEDYN NOVA
They're hiding something!
I woke up to the smell of burning herbs and something sharp… maybe ginger, maybe death.
The ceiling above me was wooden, dark, and unfamiliar. Shadows danced along it like they had minds of their own. My head felt like it had been split into two. My throat? Sandpaper. My body? Heavy. Like every bone was made of iron and every muscle was bruised.
I sat up too fast…
Big mistake.
Pain shot through my side like a blade. My vision blurred. I let out a hiss, grabbing the edge of what I now realized was a bed—soft, cushioned, and completely not a prison cell.
What…?
Where the hell was I?
I turned my head slowly, trying to piece it together. The blankets on me were warm. Clean. I wasn’t in the cellar anymore. This place was different. Too… gentle.
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