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... e ceiling fan overhead spun in lazy circles, each rotation sending fresh waves of nausea through his gut. His mouth tasted like he’d been chewing on dirt mixed with bitter almonds, and his skull felt three sizes too small for his brain.
He tried to sit up. Failed. Tried again, this time managing to prop himself on one elbow. The living room swam into focus, the empty chairs, discarded teacups, and Rajesh face-down on the dining table like a corpse.
"Rajesh." His voice came out as ...
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