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((oh my god…I am so sorry for this. I…I like it as a whole but there are some parts that I just…I don’t want to blame being sick but I’ve been sick both days I’ve tried to write this. I hope you all find it at the least okay.))
You lost track of how long you had been running. You lost track of everything really until you turned into an alley and leaned up against the hot walls of the smooth-stoned Dornish styled home. Your body was covered in sweat, your heart was thumping heavy and quick, and you were so dizzy you were certain you would fall unconscious at any moment. The dots in your vision didn’t help the queasy feeling in your stomach and more than one you gave a dry heave, waiting and almost willing yourself to actually vomit.