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I was unwillingly brought back to consciousness. A soft pillow lay beneath my head and I shifted around atop silky sheets. I was at home.
That is, until I remembered that my bed was hard, with scratchy cheap sheets and without the smell of lovely flowers. My eyes flew open and I shot up to find myself in unfamiliar surroundings.
I lay in a small but elegant bedroom with handcrafted furniture and a large four-post bed. The walls were paneled wood smoothed to perfection and lightly stained to create a glistening appearance. Against the right wall was a large fireplace with a crackling fire. Behind me on either side of the bed the dark light of the moon shone in through the high paned windows. Shadows invaded this area, showing that night had fallen during my fainting spell.
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