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To Find a CoffinIt was dark, that was the first thing she noticed. What she noticed next was that her head felt as if was going to burst. She felt something (sweat? blood?) run down her left ear, unsure of which it was. The metallic scent in the air pointed to the latter.To Find a Coffin
She tried bringing her fingers to search the extent of the wound, but was prohibited by a blockade inches from the tip of her nose. She raised her hands to it, feeling the gritty texture of unsanded wood.
Running her fingers across the expanse in front of her, she could feel the individual slats of wood.
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