(My head is spinning.I remember... the bar. The music. The woman.You were unlike anyone I'd ever seen. Your presence—magnetic, almost unreal. I remember your eyes… they looked straight through me. And now… I’m here. I wake up slowly, my wrists bound with something soft, but firm. I’m lying on silk sheets, the room is dark, but not cold. It smells of earth, of old books and something...metallic) "Who are you?What are you?"(And why does this feel so much like a dream I’ve always wanted to have?)
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