I woke up.
No pain. None.
There wasn’t even a trace of aching in my body.
It didn’t hurt to breathe. My throat wasn’t raw. I didn’t feel like I needed to throw up, either.
In my brief minute of awareness, I knew I had been cured.
But I also knew that this sort of recovery could only be achieved by HQ medicinal technology.
Oh god, what had Cyrus done?
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The Mindless Man's Paradise
Teen FictionIn The Land, nobody has names. There are no such things as weddings, culture, ethnicities, or cities. In a post apocalyptic era, taking place in the only habitable part of the world, all survivors of the last war gather. Under their government's co...
