The Final Wreckoning

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-Sean- I woke up, and the world slowly came back to me, wrapped in a thick fog of confusion and an unsettling sense that something was off. My head throbbed as if it were the main act in a chaotic concert, and every heartbeat sent sharp jabs of discomfort ricocheting through my skull. It felt like a truck had rolled over me, leaving me achy and battered, or as if a cow had chewed me up for a week and then spat me out. It wasn't just grogginess; it felt like the aftermath of a wild night where each moment of poor sleep and restless dream had taken its toll. Groaning, I tried to shift my position, only to be reminded of the ache that seemed to have taken up residence in every muscle of my body. Swallowing hard against the nausea that threatened to engulf me, I forced my eyelids apart, only

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