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The first thing he felt was pain. A dull, insistent pressure in his skull, as if a vise were squeezing his head.
His body ached like he had been thrown into a trench and left for dead..
His breath came slow and ragged, his mind groggy and disoriented.
Then came the smell, a strange mix of cigarette smoke, damp wool, gun oil, and leather.
Where the hell am I?
His eyes fluttered open. This was not his apartment.
Not his bed.
The ceilin ...
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