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Jessie
My body ached, but my memory served me well in reminding me where I lay when I came to—I managed to bite back a groan and take stock of my situation without moving to let Shiv and Linny know I woke.
Still bound, I rested in an unchanged cabin except for the weak sunlight in the front window.
I lay on my back on the hard, dirt floor by the fire. The throbbing in my head had lessened somewhat, enough I didn’t struggle to focus on my surroundings.
Linny sat cross-legged beside me, her gaze on the snorting lump atop the lone bed against the far wall, a huge buck knife in her hand. The low fire on my other side lit half of her face, highlighting the beginnings of a bruise on her cheekbone that hadn’t been there earlier. Dried blood crusted beneath her nose. The neck of her dress
