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... y shooting through his body. One moment he was... well, he couldn’t quite remember what he was doing before. Next, his eyes flew open.
He wasn’t in his apartment anymore. He was lying on a hard bed, staring up at a wooden ceiling with carvings he’d only seen in movies about ancient China.
"Where... where am I?" he mumbled, his throat dry.
As he spoke, a rush of memories that weren’t his own flooded his mind. He saw a young boy being scolded by stern-faced tutors. He felt ...
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