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Consciousness slipped back into him not with the familiar agony he expected, but with a profound, chilling emptiness. The sterile, cold air of the Lazarus Pit chamber clung to him. He jerked upright, his vision clearing to take in the dim, stone-walled room. There, seated calmly beside the bed, was a girl his own age, a closed book resting in her lap. Her gaze lifted to meet his, sharp and assessing, capturing the raw violence of his sudden awakening. The quiet stretched, broken only by the ragged sound of his own breathing as his fingers rose to probe the unfamiliar roughness of his throat.