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I woke to pain.
A sharp crack jolted through my skull, white-hot, as my forehead collided with something solidāstone, maybe, or wall. The impact rattled me awake in an instant, tearing me out of whatever half-world had wrapped me in its haze.
My hands shot out, palms slapping against the cold surface before me. Breath punched from my lungs, shallow and panicked, as I staggered back. The ache bloomed fast, throbbing, and for a moment I thought I might still be dreamingābecause why the hell was I standing?
The last thing I remembered was lying in bed.
My eyes darted around the room, perplexed before it dawned on me.
I slept walk again.
First time in more than a year.
Despair wrapped itself around my throat, a noose thar had loosened once before but now refused to relent. I thought I was finally over this... disorder of mine. Just another thing in a long list of ghosts that they had left behind.
