Lake Lewisia #817

He woke up in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by the smells of potions and soaps, by the sounds of machines and low voices. He woke up weak, unable to even bend the metal of the bed frame that once would have crumpled like paper, which gave him some confirmation that the endless days of his illness had not been all a bad dream. He woke up entirely and solely human, and that was the most unsettling change of all.

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LL#817