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Hao Xuan sat on an oversized leather chair in front of a stone-brick fireplace. His hand moved up and down grasping at empty air, his eyes hazy and full of confusion.
To his left was a single dark brown oak table with a cup of tea still steaming. The walls on the left and right both had a window that showed the front and backyard of the property.
"Is this...real?" he whispered.
Altron suddenly whizzed by and hovered next to the fireplace. He spun around once before looking towards Hao Xuan.
"Huh? Huh? What do you think? It looks pretty good, isn't it? I went with19th-century victorian era British architecture for the room. I know you liked it from those books you read."
But Hao Xuan was almost lost in a trance. He couldn't ditch this feeling of deja vu no matter how hard he tried and for good reason.