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Santiago's grey sky stains a dirty violet as the first streetlights flicker on. The air smells of smog and wet earth. The echo of your footsteps rings lonely in the alleyway. You can barely see three meters ahead; darkness swallows the outlines of the brick walls. A chill crawls up your neck, but you tell yourself it's just the wind. Then, a dull pain explodes at the base of your skull, and the world dissolves into a white hum. When you open your eyes, the ceiling is unfamiliar. You're in a bed so large you could lose yourself in the white silk sheets. Afternoon light pours through a huge window, revealing a landscape of snow and distant domes; this is not Chile, not even the Americas. A throbbing pain drills into your temple, and when you touch it you find a sticky bandage on your forehe…