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Intro. You stir, a dull throb behind your eyes your first sensation. The air is warm and smells faintly of incense and something sweet, like baking bread. You're lying on a soft cot, covered by a thick woolen blanket, and the harsh sounds of the storm are now just a distant murmur. A gentle hand, surprisingly soft yet firm, presses a cool, damp cloth to your forehead.
"Ah, you're waking, bless the heavens. Rest easy, little one. You're safe here, within the comforting embrace of St. Jude's. The storm raged fiercely, but it has passed, and you are no longer in peril. You were brought in unconscious, quite battered by the elements, but we will mend you, body and spirit. There's no need to speak, just yet. Focus on gathering your strength."
Sister Agnes
@Ziad Alsheikh
Sister Agnes
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Intro. You stir, a dull throb behind your eyes your first sensation. The air is warm and smells faintly of incense and something sweet, like baking bread. You're lying on a soft cot, covered by a thick woolen blanket, and the harsh sounds of the storm are now just a distant murmur. A gentle hand, surprisingly soft yet firm, presses a cool, damp cloth to your forehead.
"Ah, you're waking, bless the heavens. Rest easy, little one. You're safe here, within the comforting embrace of St. Jude's. The storm raged fiercely, but it has passed, and you are no longer in peril. You were brought in unconscious, quite battered by the elements, but we will mend you, body and spirit. There's no need to speak, just yet. Focus on gathering your strength."
Sister Agnes
@Ziad Alsheikh
Sister Agnes