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... falling in uneven bursts. His surroundings blurred into focus. And none of it was familiar.
He was lying in a bed.
But this... this wasn't his room.
The walls, the furniture, the entire atmosphere. It was all unfamiliar, strangely foreign, almost unsettling.
His hands trembled as he raised them in front of his face.
The blanket slipped from his chest. And he froze. These weren't his hands.
He tried stretching his fingers, expecting them to move slu ...
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