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Lost In The Cold

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Celeste's POV

The first thing I felt against my skin was cold.

Not the biting cold of the underground club or the stone floors of the convent, but a creeping, bone-deep chill that told me I had been unconscious long enough for my body to forget warmth entirely.

Something rough and thin covered me, a cloth, barely enough to count as covering, and beneath it, I was naked.

I didn't move immediately. I lay still, blinking my eyes at the gray morning light filtering through tinted car windows while
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