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... His breath hitched the moment he opened his eyes. The cold stone ceiling above him wasn't the same one from the pocket dimension. The air smelled different, too. It felt clean, metallic, and almost sterile. He pushed himself upright, blinking hard as his vision adjusted.
A bed. A real one at that. And a room with light, walls, and furniture. And—
He felt something around his neck.
A metal collar?
Before panic could settle in his mind, a voice cut through the room. ...
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