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    It was a strange nightmare if so, and stranger the longer it went on for. He ate and slept, his body so exhausted from all that had come before that he nearly collapsed. He had to dress, to piss, to scrub sweat from his skin, to clean the pus and wrap the blisters on his feet from so many consecutive hours spent standing in the throne room. He went through the motions and kept wondering when it would end. Was he dying? Was this what it was like? Did the gods make a man relive his life from a certain point, only slightly askew of what it had been before? It felt real, but who was to say? Sometimes Jaime looked at his right hand and flexed his fingers, but found that he still couldn't feel them. As if it was someone else's hand. The other Jaime's hand. Even if it looked like his, it had to be someone else's, didn't it? A dream. A memory.

     

    (Or: a time-travel do-over fix-it fic, but mostly it's just Jaime trying to un-fuck his life.)

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