Flight to Crimson River

Cal's POV

I swim up through thick, suffocating layers of dark. A groan catches in my dry throat. My face presses into a lumpy, stale pillow. I try to roll over, but white-hot pain rips across my spine. I freeze, gasping for air. My fingers dig into the mattress. I am lying flat on my stomach. The familiar, damp smell of old stone and mildew fills my nose. I am in my bed. Down in the dungeon.

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