[ Nine hours pass before Fjord sucks in a sharp breath and suddenly sits up, wide-eyed at the door where he gasps and gasps, shuddering with the weight of his memories (and life) knotted back together in his head. He screws his eyes shut, rubbing them with the heels of his palms, and slumps forward over his knees.
The corona of black shadow starts to recede, a vignette of reality sinking in. ]
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The corona of black shadow starts to recede, a vignette of reality sinking in. ]
... Fuck.