[Pain and exhaustion greet Grace when she wakes, the familiar burn of a fever. She stirs slowly, too sluggish to act surprised at her location. But her eyes flick to the side, looking for some familiar face she already knows won't be there.]
Where... am I?
[Of course. The palace....the carnival trial...the rain. She is in Hell just as surely as she was when she lost consciousness.]
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week 1 post-trial, nursemaid urianger
[Pain and exhaustion greet Grace when she wakes, the familiar burn of a fever. She stirs slowly, too sluggish to act surprised at her location. But her eyes flick to the side, looking for some familiar face she already knows won't be there.]
Where... am I?
[Of course. The palace....the carnival trial...the rain. She is in Hell just as surely as she was when she lost consciousness.]
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