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... s dangled off the edge, suspended in the air.
His arms rested limply at his sides, his face buried in the pillow, utterly indifferent to his awkward position.
He was dead asleep—so exhausted that neither discomfort nor the state of his surroundings mattered.
The weight of both physical strain and mental fatigue had dragged him into a deep, undisturbed slumber.
Knock! Knock!
The soft rapping at the door barely registered in Ashok's unconscious mind.
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