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C23 TWENTY THREE

Weigh Thy Words

DRAKE

Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.

— William Shakespeare, Othello

A THIRST FOR blood woke me. My tongue felt thick and coated, like I'd been asleep and drugged for a long time. My head pounded in pain and the world around me spun. I had no idea where I was, and I couldn't see Sam.

Someone was dragging me forward

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