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You wake to find yourself in a large square stone room—apparently underground, as the floor is cool and you can see no windows. And yet the room is quite brightly lit. The source of the light—nearly as bright as daylight—seems to be in one corner of the room, on the floor. Why would light be coming from there? As your eyes adjust to the brightness, you begin to see several others stirring awake, apparently just as confused as you are. Like you, they are wearing ordinary clothes: leggings, tunics, blouses, skirts. All over the floor of the room lie objects: armor and weapons, bags filled with things, loose papers, coins and jewelry. You’d swear the room was a treasury or storeroom, but why is it in such disarray? Have you found these items, or lost them? You cannot recall at all how you got to this room. Surely, through that door, which is now closed. But what was on the other side of it? And who are these people around you? Friends? Enemies? One thing you are sure of is that you have enemies.

The stones that make up the floor are smooth and well-worn. In each corner is a large fluted column. The flutes are chipped and worn, making the room seem both well lived in and ancient beyond your remembering. Your attention snaps back to your own state, and you think, “Someone is depending on me, and I can’t just lay here. I need to get myself together and get back to what I was doing before I fell asleep. But what was that?” You can’t remember any detail of your life prior to this moment. Perhaps you only came into existence just now. How will you decide what to do next?

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Anamnesis jamal