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... swam.
It was familiar. He knew this ceiling. The same that had watched him sleep since he was six years old, carved with the sigils of every Drakenfell king who came before him. He’d stared at it after his first kill and after his first shift.
His mouth tasted like something chemical and sweet. He tried to swallow and his throat locked, muscles spasming around nothing.
He turned his head and the room tilted sideways, hard, and his stomach rolled with it.
"You’ve ...
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