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Lin Fan was woken up by a splash of urine.
The sun shines through the old wooden windows, drawing golden streaks on the floor.
The air was mixed with the smell of grass and earth, as well as a bit of the rancid smell of last night's leftovers in the kitchen.
He yawned loudly and stretched his waist lazily, making the bones in his body rattle.
"Comfortable."
