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... y—but predictably, like waking into a body that had already proven it could fail him.
Anders opened his eyes to smoke and shadow, the longhouse ceiling swimming above him as firelight pulsed like a living thing. His vision was still soft at the edges, the world rounded and imprecise, but it no longer startled him. He had learned—quickly—that surprise was wasted energy.
His body ached.
Not in the sharp way of injury, but in the dull, persistent way of existence. Hunger gna ...
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