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He slowly began to come to his senses, the feeling of rain falling on his face the first thing his hazy mind recognized. At first he just lay there, his body in too much pain to move. Slowly, his heavy eyelids opened, but then immediately closed as blood blinded him. Lifting his right hand he wiped across his eyes with a groan, once again daring to look at what had become of the ship he had been passenger on. He carefully sat up, his back and ribs protesting in agony. He could taste blood in his mouth as he ran his tongue over his already saturated lips. He raised his drooping head and observed the surroundings. A coldness suddenly gripped hi