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Chapter 11

 Shen stretched out on the overstuffed eighteenth century styled bed and slowly took in his surroundings. His brain was still foggy and his head felt like someone was running a jackhammer inside of it. He raised his hand to his temple and discovered a blood crusted bandage wrapped around his head.

Little by little his senses came into focus and he slowly surveyed the room. His eyes rested on the petite young Asian girl perched meekly on the chaise lounge across the room. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t focus enough to recall who she was. Her dark eyes were large with sadness.

He wanted to reach out to her and comfort her but was too weak.

“I should know you,” he said in his native tongue. “I am sorry. I cannot think right now.”

“I am Dao-Ming,” she said softly in heavily accented English. “You must only speak English, please.” Shen sat up with a start and the room swirled around him. Dao-Ming

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