Chapter Eighty
NINA I was thirsty. My throat was scratchy, my lips dry. I tried to run my tongue across my upper lip; the aim was to reduce the stinging pain in the dried skin of my lips. As it turns out, even my tongue was dry. I tried to move, but I was too weak. I could not tell whether it was fatigue or my lack of spirit; maybe it was a little bit of both. I was slowly gaining sentience, slowly returning to the world of the living. For a while, I had been lost, stuck in a trance that replayed my current fate. I needed water. I placed my hand on the cool, damp ground and tried to push myself off the moist, hard surface. I failed; my body was too heavy for my frail arm. I landed on my behind, the impact making me groan softly. I took in a deep breath and attempted the act again. This time I put bo
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