ACT I: THE WAKING
Arthur Pemberton woke up and knew immediately that he was not himself. The knowing arrived not as a thought but as a physical sensation — like dropping into cold water, like falling backward from a height, like the moment when you realize you have been breathing through your mouth and your throat is raw. He opened his eyes to a ceiling that was not his ceiling. The plaster was cracked in a...
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