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... mouth as I stretched, each joint cracking like an old door hinge.
"...Huh? Where... am I again?" I mumbled, still half-asleep.
Then memory returned in fragments.
"Oh, right... I was talking with Grandpa..."
But something was off.
I lifted my arm—and froze. My fingers flexed easily, no stiffness, no pain. My legs stretched beneath the blanket, moving smoothly.
"Wait... this... this can’t be."
My injuries had been too severe. My arms were dis ...
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