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... ying the scent of salt from a distant sea. Inside, in a small room lit only by morning sun, a boy jolted awake with a violent cough.
His head throbbed like a hammer striking bone. A bandage wrapped around his skull—tight, fresh, and unfamiliar.
He squinted, pulse racing.
Rough wooden walls. A hand-woven rug. An old table with a single candle.
This definitely wasn’t an airplane.
"What... the fuck?" he muttered, voice raw.
The last thing he remembere ...
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