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... he sky—it was wrong. Too blue. Too soft. No swirling clouds of spiritual essence. No sword-shaped comets. Just... birds.
The second thing he noticed?
The ceiling.
Plain, white, clinical.
Modern.
He sat up slowly and found himself in a massive king-sized bed. Silk sheets. City skyline through glass walls. Neon reflections dancing across the marble floor.
This wasn’t Redleaf Hollow.
This wasn’t his world.
This was—
"Young Mast ...
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