Riya’s POVMy heavy eyelids dragged open, and the first thing I registered was the feeling of a dull, all-over ache that had settled deep into my bones. I could feel all four of my limbs, a small miracle in itself, but I lacked the strength to even raise an arm.Then, the smell of salt, damp wood, and the pungent, briny smell of fish hit me. It was sharp, but oddly… calming."Can you stand?"The gravelly cracking voice was so unexpected I flinched, forcing my eyes to fly wide as I inhaled a sharp, startled gasp caught in my dry throat, sending me into a fit of coughing that racked my bruised ribs."Who...?" I managed to croak, lolling my head to the side with effort, and all I could see was a broad, bent back, silhouetted against the opening of a tent. The man was outside, arranging wooden sticks into a pile with a methodical, practiced air. A campfire."I'm asking if you can stand?" He didn't turn around. "So can you stand?"He slowly stood, but his posture was all wrong. He couldn
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