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Elan Morin was not having a good day. In fact, it was especially miserable.
His head was pounding, and he had a fever.
The house had gone uncleaned as he had been sleeping most of the day. The oblivion of sleep was certainly attractive at the moment as he lay in the dark room with his eyes half shut. He could hardly muster the willpower to read, and it brought him no joy. It was no wonder in his era this sort of thing had been eradicated; it was most unpleasant.
His head was pounding, and he had a fever.
The house had gone uncleaned as he had been sleeping most of the day. The oblivion of sleep was certainly attractive at the moment as he lay in the dark room with his eyes half shut. He could hardly muster the willpower to read, and it brought him no joy. It was no wonder in his era this sort of thing had been eradicated; it was most unpleasant.