I don't feel well. Not only is there an overwhelming dizzy feeling behind my eyes, but my body
seems to be sore and throbbing, despite my lack of physical exertion.
The musky smell provides no comfort, a wayward dripping noise somewhere in the room being
my only constant.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
It reminds me of a leak that Leeland tried and failed to stop in the pack house last year. He ended
up making it worse.
The pack house. I didn't even go there. Axe and I were in the car, so where am I?
Opening my eyes, I find that the dim lighting in the room is hardly up to code. There aren't any
windows, but there is a man. He's still as a statue, his eyes trained on the wall behind where I sit.
His only movement is a firm knock on the door that goes unanswered. Feeling useless just
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