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... stench of unwashed bodies, rotting meat, and damp thatch clung to his senses like a cruel reminder that this was no nightmare—it was his reality.
He had hoped, absurdly, that he'd wake up somewhere else. Perhaps in his bed, with the soft glow of his phone screen reminding him that life was normal. That he still had an office job to complain about, a coffee machine to rely on, and a mundane routine to follow.
But the cold, hard ground beneath him and the guttural noises of his fel ...
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