Chapter 21: Forested Tales
Florence comes to with a groan of pain. She hurts, like she’d been doing a three-day grinder for high school projects and finally crashed. She could barely twitch her finger, her neck is at a painful angle and her head is just an absolute ball of pain. Her clothes felt like they were wet, did she somehow decide it would be a good idea to take a bath with her clothes on? In her exhausted state… it wouldn’t be the first time something like that has happened. The psychic tries to open her eyes, they’re gritty and honestly just feel really gross, but the wet clothes is a little grosser so with another pained groan, she opens them. The first set of blurs were dark and unrecognisable… did she forget to put the light on? Either way, it was a little easier on the sharp pai
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