When I opened my eyes, my breath was filled with the smell of thick, salty blood. I was panting rapidly for oxygen, but my lips and teeth were filled with the taste of tender and greasy raw meat. I sat up suddenly, and clutched the sheets tightly in my hands while feeling dizzy. The window in the room was not closed tightly, and the swaying torches not far away cast weird light and shadow on the wall. The moon was bright red, like blood covering the old wooden floor.
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