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Sweat welled from every fevered pore, weeping glistening streams of frigid life back into sweltering fatigued flesh. It pooled in every cleft; saturated every half-inch of inflamed vellum with salty-sweet liquid steam. Strands of hair mingled in the drowning mere, clinging to the sides of the face, and wrapping around the neck, as she struggled for every gasping breath. Bedding lay strewn throughout the room in feckless chaos among furrowed clothing and used up tissues. Legs tangle discontentedly, seeking rest and finding none among coarse fabric and damp sheets.