We're not in Settersfield anymore...

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Sara POV Blurry objects I do not recognise are all around me, blinking a few times to help the room come into focus. Sitting up, I take in my surroundings. The room has four cream walls, with a circular window opposite the door and to the left of the bed. The bed sits with its high headboard against the wall on the left of the door, the headboard has been created with branches from the trees and sanded smooth. Under the headboard, in the bed where I'm sat, lays two powder blue pillows and a matching quilt. A circular, cream-coloured crocheted rug lies on the floor going under the base of the wooden bed and ending just before the dressing table that sits opposite the bed. To my left, under the large, round window lives a bench, with a long, off-white, rectangle cushion. Staring around the

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