Lucca blasted awake, sitting up in bed, her eyes wide. She panted, taking a panicked glance around the room. Her room. With the familiar tools piled on the workbench, the warm, slightly oil-stained wood floors splashed with morning light, and the piles of books nesting around full bookshelves and cultivating dust motes.
Lucca relaxed a micron.
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