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The steady rumble of wagon wheels slowly flushed the murk from my mind, and I struggled to my knees, clutching my head. The residual confusion of the teleportation, if that had been what it was, finally faded, and I opened my eyes. My head felt unusually heavy, and it was dark, but my eyes pierced the shadows with ease.
Steel bars the width of my finger were spaced evenly around me, set within rough planks forming a floor and ceiling. The cage was hardly spacious, my fingers brushing ...
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