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The pain lingered, heightened by the cold and wet in the air and in her mouth. She hunched over the oyster, racked with pain, the final shivers fading away. She heard Lynford's familar tones, frustrated that she let him sneak up on her. Poppy seeds? she said, almost blearily. Just enough to help me sleep? she said, a bit of skepticism dripping in her tone. She couldn't afford to be drugged.