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... or a moment, he felt completely disoriented.
The ceiling above him—the soft sheets beneath him—the faint scent of fresh linen and the subtle creak of the bed frame—None of it was the same as before.
He wasn't in the same unfamiliar room earlier.
Slowly, he turned his head to the side.
Familiar furniture greeted him.
A worn wooden desk, cluttered with books and scattered notes. A small bookshelf lined with old comics and manuals. A simple dresser, the edges ...
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