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"Somehow, they ended up in Jarlaxle's wide, comfortable bed, more or less together. Zaknafein was sprawled in a heap on his back, feeling himself sink into the feather mattress. He stared up at the ceiling wondering if the mattress was going to suck him in, and if it did, how he would ever get out, or if the bed would absorb him, and then he would be part of the bed, and Jarlaxle would sleep on him for the rest of his life."

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