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... oom he was in. The room had no windows and one door, it wasn't big nor was it small. There was a table in the corner and a chair, aside from that there was the bed Erste was on. Erste stood up and, after checking the room several times, found nothing more.

'What happened, where am I, where are the others?' Now that he was certain that there was no apparent danger in the room, Erste had time to think. 𝑏𝘦𝑑𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Erste tried to recall what had happened before losing con ...

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