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The halfing awakes in an Osirion hut. The smell of semolina cakes cooking in the morning. Other spices mingle in the air, cumin, ras el hanout, and toasted sesame...
Miro sits up from his bed and looks around hazely. He reaches towards the huts roof in stretch and rubs his unscared wrist as he looks around. (His dream... no scars?)