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... felt both fresh and sluggish at the same time. My skin was smooth like a fresh fruit and my flesh was brand new. The Nightlords had stripped my old, burned remains from my skeleton and draped me in a new shell of life.
My senses were sharper than knives. The smell of incense filled my nostrils and raised me from my slumber. I rested on a bed of white flowers with stone borders, all while dressed in my imperial regalia. My eyes looked up at the ceiling of an underground vault lit up by gh ...
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