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The Trump Card
The storm had ended.
I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face, and it stirred me awake. The first thing that I had seen was the clear ceiling of the room, and when I turned my head to my side, Sister Katarina was sleeping on the other bed.
They found us, I smiled with the realization. But then something cackled, startling me that I sat to re
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