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The pale woman with the tiny eyes rose from over him. Her hair dropped like white silk threads over her shoulders. "You are awake? " she asked. "Do you understand me?"
"Am I at -- at Hama's temple? " he asked, the remnants of the dream still blowing in at the edges of his mind, like shredding cloth. "My friends, where are they?"