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The stone floor is cold. A trail of water drips slowly down the far wall. The light is dim, a few grumpily smoldering coals in a brazier above.
Her left hand aches abruptly, a pulse like all her joints ossifying at once before the sensation fades again. This is accompanied by a dull flash of green light. She's kneeling, hands locked shoulder-width apart by a metal bar clasped tightly around her wrists.
Sounds of footsteps in the corridor beyond say she may have visitors soon.
And Bellona to hers.
She has a region to study (and a sister to snuggle and update that night).
"Did you really have that much reading time with all the sleep you've been getting?"
Astonished gasp!
"Does that mean you're gonna let me sleep in more often when you get back, since you've experienced the benefits firsthand?"
"Okay, but you have to agree that an equal volume of stuffed animals gets displaced off the bed."
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