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... hing that had become Li Yuan's prison between missions. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't even properly think. His consciousness floated in a liminal space between awareness and oblivion, like a dream that refused to fully form.
Time had no meaning here. What felt like moments could be days; what seemed like weeks might only be a few hours. The only certainty was that eventually, the Masked One would call, and Li Yuan would answer. Not that he had any choice in the matter.
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