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... g like he had just escaped from drowning. Sweat rolled down his face in thick drops, soaking the collar of the unfamiliar white robe he was wearing.
For a moment, he stared blankly at the ceiling above him—it was wooden, old, and shaped like something out of an ancient drama set.
The room around him was quiet and clean, almost too clean, with simple furniture and not a single thing that looked modern. No lights, no switches, no wires. Just the warm smell of old wood and silence. ...
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