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Tropile swam up out of hammering blackness into daylight and pain.
It _hurt_. He was being born again -- coming back to life -- and it had all the agonies of parturition, except that they were visited upon the creature being born, himself. There were crushing blows at his temples that pounded and pained like no other ache he had ever felt. He moaned raspingly.