She opened her eyes, stretched, and then went dead still.
This was not a wooden box, those were not mossy stones in the ceiling, this was not the little cubby she rested in at the Undercity.
This was a soft bed, these were her old robes, this was a more modernized, civilized room... She was elsewhere. Again.
Groaning, she sat up holding her head--
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