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... linked slowly, disoriented, his body stiff like it had been folded too long inside a cardboard box. The ceiling above him stretched pale and smooth, painted in that forgettable cream tone most houses used back when they still pretended to care about resale value.
He sat up, squinting in the half-light, it was just an old lamp shinning against pale-blue wallpaper-the kind of color his mother used to say felt "calm and cosy." There were white curtain trims, a wardrobe in the corner, and a ...
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