Shamus came to and found himself at the base of the tree.
He squinted against the sunlight and tried to move his head away from the warm,
bright beams. This small movement was enough to send the world spinning. He
rolled over and began dry heaving. After several moments his stomach managed to
throw something up. He slumped back down next to the bilious puddle of stomach
fluids and bits of food. It was dark before he woke again, the incessant
sunlight replaced by intermittent flashes of lighting from black clouds. It was
the cold rain that woke him though.
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