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My head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it, then decided that wasn’t enough and gone for a second round.
When I tried to move, pain lanced through my ribs, and my leg throbbed in protest.
Fuck!
I blinked at the ceiling. Plain wood beams. Not expensive. Not the manor. Where the hell am I—
Then the memories slammed back.
Bandits. Nine of them. Garl’s ugly face. The desperate edits. Horses stampeding. Neural Processing Speed cranked to 1 ...
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