100:4 “Revival”

Durzak opened his eyes. His head throbbed and spun like he was coming back from a faint, and despite the fact that the side of his face was cold from prolonged contact with the stone floor, he felt as though he was tumbling off the edge of a cliff. He thrust his hand out to break his fall, only to drive it into the floor beside him, jarring him partially back into a sense of direction. He resisted the urge to move further as the feeling subsided with agonizing slowness, leaving him breathing to the beat of his pounding head.

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