I paced my room half the night, or what I assumed was that amount of time, trying to figure out a way to escape. When I finally fell into bed and sleep, I was nowhere closer to an answer.

That's when the dreams began, a whispering voice, a call to action. I woke often, heart pounding, metal hand pressed to my chest as though I could soothe the rapid beating with my touch.

Auburdeen.

Clear in my mind, that whisper. Was I still dreaming?

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