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... rived back to the room Cass thought he was going to lose his mind. Thankfully, whatever was in that weird, bottom of the dumpster drink healed him from his awful, painful headache that prevented him from doing anything else.
That didn't mean he could get up from the bed, or move around that much. He wanted to curse the "gods" who sent him here.
A shrine to a demonic god kept looking better and better by the minute.
Thankfully, he didn't have to resort to that as Sam came ...
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