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... ago, his head had felt as though it was being crushed by a boulder, but now he felt strangely at ease.

Before him was a strange black bed frame—one that was definitely not his—as well as white walls embroidered with all kinds of golden designs.

It reminded him of some romance comic he had accidentally read back in the academy; the designs and general architecture seemed the same, at least.

But before he could take another look around, he felt a stinging pain in his right ...

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