Egelric becomes the big man on the bed

Egelric blinked against the light. He was cold and wet and naked, and aside from a sense-​memory of a whistling sound, like falling through air, he did not remember any gradual return of consciousness worthy of the name of waking. He could not recall so much as the last five seconds. At some instant he had simply become aware.

Seconds passed — five and ten and thirty — and remained in his mind. This was good. Then he turned his head.

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