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I woke up to find myself lying on the ground, covered by a blanket of some sort. I tried to get up, but the burn at my shoulder made me grunt and fall back down. The wound was cleaned and bandaged, but it obviously wasn't healed. It was dark outside, and I couldn't see anyone around. My sword and daggers were still there, which was good in case I needed to fight. “You're awake,” I heard a deep voice from behind me. It startled me, and I tried turning around, but the pain stopped me. “Who are you?” I asked instead, expecting my voice to be weak and broken, but it came out as strong as always. “The one who took you out of the river,” the voice answered, and I heard soft footsteps as the person walked around and in front of me. It was a male, around twenty years old, with black hair and d
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