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There was a dull, distant thrumming sound. He thought it might be a ringing in his ears, but the pitch was too low. This was closer to white noise, a steady but non-intrusive drone.
There was vibration, too. Very faint, just a suggestion, but it was there. He might not have felt it at all, but he was lying on his side and the fabric his head was resting on transmitted it through his skin.
Lying on his side. He was waking up. He didn’t remember having gone to sleep, but he obviously had. This didn’t feel like his bed, though. Then he remembered he didn’t have his own bed, it had burned up in the fire. He remembered he’d set off for his brother’s ranch, and then—
His eyes shot open. It was daytime. He was lying on some sort of couch upholstered with plush gray fabric. He was wear
