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Hanging in mid-air, swaying constantly, although my head was growing increasingly dizzy, I still took in every detail of the room.,Villagers in homespun short shirts carried farm produce past him, casting sideways glances his way, their eyes twinkling with amusement. He could still hear the fading chatter of their conversation.,It wasn't because the sky was getting dark, but he...his stomach rumbled again.。