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The Return
Mar. 27th, 2007 12:05 pmAwareness returned slowly, creeping into limbs that felt heavy, weighted. He attempted to move, found then leaden, but responsive. Struggling into a sitting position, he became aware of his wasted flesh and unclothed state.
He became aware, also, of the unclothed and piled bodies surrounding him in this... basement? He did not even know where he was.
Forcing himself to his feet, he staggered across the darkened room to a ruined staircase, and the strip of light that signalled a door. That door opened onto a crumbling one-room cottage, the light coming from a single candle on a dilapidated work desk. The surface of the desk was covered with scattered pieces of parchment, some filled with writing, others blank. His attention was captured by a short letter in unfamiliar handwriting that sat in the centre.
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He became aware, also, of the unclothed and piled bodies surrounding him in this... basement? He did not even know where he was.
Forcing himself to his feet, he staggered across the darkened room to a ruined staircase, and the strip of light that signalled a door. That door opened onto a crumbling one-room cottage, the light coming from a single candle on a dilapidated work desk. The surface of the desk was covered with scattered pieces of parchment, some filled with writing, others blank. His attention was captured by a short letter in unfamiliar handwriting that sat in the centre.
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