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When Wylan awoke in pain, he thought it was a dream. His head was bleeding. That would explain the wetness in his hair and the spinning of the lights in his blurry vision. His hands were bound, wrists raw from the roughness of the rope knotted around them. There was a wooden chair beneath him and a searing in his ankle and the lights swayed and shifted around a bulky silhouette and he had just about surmised what was possibly happening when a hand struck him hard across the cheek.
“You sleep like a baby.”
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Throwing my hat in the ring of Wylan kidnapping whump in the context of body-as-ship-of-theseus type introspection
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04 Apr 2026