ELENA I lay on the dirt, body heavy and aching, legs still numb and useless like they belonged to someone else. The ground was rough and damp beneath me, small rocks digging into my back, the soil cold and gritty against my skin. My eyes stared up at the sky, dimmed with heavy clouds, gray and empty, mirroring the despair that weighed on my chest like a stone. My ears filled with the constant sound of water lapping all around me, waves crashing softly but endlessly against the shore. The salty air stung my nose, cool and briny, carrying the faint rot of seaweed and isolation. I was trapped. Helplessly trapped. {Elena} Roundy's voice echoed in my head, soft and worried, pulling at me. I couldn't answer. The words stuck in my throat, too heavy, too broken to come out. Was this how I was going to die? I opened my mouth, voice coming out weak and cracked from thirst and exhaustion. "You know, Roundy, ever since I came to this world, I've suffered so much. Being a poor food blogger
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