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LAUNCHED
Dayvian awoke to the strangeness of the unknown. Where was he? Was this Paradise? Had he died or was he still with the circus having just experienced the most vivid dream of his life? Where was Tanzaa? He peered blearily at a vaulted ceiling elegantly carved into what appeared to be marble. He lay on a bed, rich with red covers and a down mattress deeper than a bath. Where was he?
Then Dayvian remembered and held up his hands experimentally before his eyes. He recalled the breaking of his bones and saw no evidence that he had ever been tortured, let alone killed. He experimented by running his hands through a series of imaginary chords and scales and found nothing pained him. He had no idea how. He knew his hands had been crushed. Had magic restored him? If so, again, where w
