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My entire body ached as if I had been beaten with a stick. My head throbbed as I reluctantly dragged myself up from the bed. Gripping the edge of the mattress for support, I groaned as my shoulder ached. It felt as though the weight of the world was on my shoulders.

My mouth tasted sour, and I wondered if Winter's potion had contributed to the unpleasant taste. She always ensured I drank the disgusting concoction whenever she deemed it necessary.

Wincing, I slowly manoeuvred myself down from the bed, knowing it was a bad idea. If Winter found out I was up, she'd throw a fit and might even chain me to the bed.

Walking to the vanity, I tried to remember why I had woken up in the first place, but my thoughts were chaotic, and my head spun.

I gripped the edge of the vanity table as the room tilted. Emitting a groan, I leaned into it while blinking back the haze clouding my eyes. Perhaps getting up wasn't such a good idea. It was definitely a terrible idea, but I couldn't help bu