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A horrible trick had been played on him. He shook his head, trying to clear the his mind of what felt like sticky cobwebs preventing him from remembering clearly. What exactly had happened? He remembered shimmering sunshine filtering through green leaves. A greyish-white stone wall somehow giving off an aura of being bright and clean. And then nothing.

It was night now. Kreludor was a sliver in the sky above, barely giving off any light. The night air was cool but he didn't feel the chill. He stood up slowly and brushed some dirt off his pants. At this, he noticed that thick, shaggy, brown fur covered his arms and even his hands. He was vaguely certain that this was a new development. He crept towards the mouth of the alley, where a distant streetlight cast a faint beam across the flagstones.