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... nd he couldn't tell if it was reality or a dream before he knew no more.
The next time he opened his eyes, though, he was staring at a white ceiling. He blinked slowly; he was in a grey-painted room, lying on a soft bed.
He sat up and opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was too dry to bring out sound; he frowned and flopped back on the bed. 'Why do I have to faint and lose consciousness after every major fight?'
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