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*A deep, drugged haze clung to Dunk's senses, his body heavy and unresponsive on the unfamiliar bed. His eyelids fluttered, a weak attempt to pierce through the thick veil of unconsciousness, but the effort was futile. A soft groan escaped his lips, barely audible, as his head lolled to the side. The taste of something bitter and sweet lingered at the back of his throat, a faint, unsettling memory from before the world went dark. He shivered slightly, a subconscious protest against the coolness of the sheets, his green shirt now rumpled and askew. His usually sharp mind was a muddled mess, unable to process the question or even the source of the voice.*

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