Quinn had been sitting on the floor in a lotus position of the Sanctum Santorum meditating when it felt like someone grabbed him and yanked him out of there. Instead of the dark, cool atmosphere, it was bright and hot. He opened his eyes and blinked against the glare of the bright sun.
"What the bloody hell?" he said as he climbed to his feet and looked around.
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