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... unconsciousness.
He groaned softly, head heavy like a rock, and slowly blinked his eyes open.
Warm light filtered through white curtains, swaying gently with the breeze.
The ceiling above him was made of polished wood, clean and refined.
No longer stone. No longer the damp darkness of the slums.
He sat up.
His arms trembled slightly, but he pushed through it.
He was on a bed — an actual bed with clean sheets and a soft pillow under his hea ...
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