EMMA
Snippets of memory, more like sensations, leaked through my consciousness. I’d been dragged, then carried for a while, until I was roughly dropped to the ground. My body crumpled onto the smooth concrete. Voices echoed in a long corridor as lights flickered overhead. A door closed on quiet hinges and the lock audibly clicked into place. Silence followed. The lack of sound was almost smothering.





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