If She Wakes
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She awoke with the sound of monitor beeps and silent breathing, an indication of someone asleep, in an unfamiliar white washed room.
Her body was heavy, and her pulse a steady thrum in the silence of the morning dew and birds.
This is her story, her start, her beginning.
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