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... our. His head throbbed, and his limbs felt like they’d been cleaved off, tenderised, and reassembled crookedly.
He blinked.
Laying on his back in a cave, he felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him.
There was a low fire crackling nearby, the kind that barely kept the shadows at bay. Above it, a pot bubbled with greenish ooze, the texture gelatinous, the smell somewhere between sulfur and moss.
His stomach turned. He knew it too well.
"Slime stew," he croaked ...
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