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... Blood anymore. The red skies, the whispering towers, the bone bridges—they'd all fallen away like ash in the wind.
I was... home?
If you could call it that.
My eyes blinked open to a dim, sterile ceiling. Soft lights hummed overhead. The scent of old iron, disinfectant, and burnt rice filled the air. My limbs felt heavy—like my bones had been replaced with lead.
"You owe me two ribs and an entire operating table," a voice muttered nearby. "Also, who the hell grows ...
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