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A cold hand pushed itself through his hair. ‘Are you asleep?’ He jolted upright. ‘You’re awake. My God, the surgeon more or less told me you’d die from the anaesthetic—’ Mori smiled a little. ‘Don’t exaggerate.’ ‘I’m not!’
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