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Adeline wakes like she surfaces from some deep, dreamless ocean. Slow, warm, heavy. Her eyelashes flutter before her eyes open properly, and when they do, she has to blink several times to steady the room that tilts gently around her.

It's the same ceiling she has been looking at for days, but somehow, this time it feels different.

She doesn't feel weak; she feels hungry, painfully, ravenously hungry.

Her stomach growls noisily enough that the quiet hospital room echoes with ...