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... was no longer in a tent, no longer a body of flesh and blood. He was a disembodied consciousness, a ghost adrift in the raging internal storm he had unleashed upon himself. The alchemical suppressant was not a gentle medicine; it was a declaration of war, and his own cells were the battlefield.
He found himself walking through a surreal dreamscape, a city that was both Rome and something terrifyingly alien. He stood in the heart of a great forum, but the familiar marble columns were inte ...
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