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... n darkness, shapes and colors blurring together like an unfinished painting. His body felt like it had been crushed under a mountain, every muscle screaming in protest at the mere act of waking.
Distant voices drifted toward him, muffled at first, like whispers through water. One of them was instantly recognizable, Jefferson's calm, measured tone...but the second voice was unfamiliar, smooth yet laced with an underlying authority.
"Finally, thou art awake from thy five-day slumbe ...
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