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... e air as if the world were stitched together from mismatched scraps of reality. Rushed footsteps pounded against the floor, muffled by heavy fabric that sliced through the air. The sound of bandages being unwrapped, potions being shaken, muffled groans... all tangled together in an auditory nightmare.
’Where... where am I?’
It felt like he had just been trampled by a horse-drawn convoy, crushed by boulders, and thrown off a cliff—only to then remember he was still alive.
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