I started from a sound sleep. I was sopping wet; sweating profusely. Those damn drugs that leech doctor had given me. Morphine. Gave me the night sweats.
My conscious brain scolded me - that leech doctor had taken away the gut-wrenching, white-hot pain that had seared through my broken
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