*Lynn*

The room was spinning at an intolerable rate, my head pounding with each rotation and each thrum of my heart. I groaned as I tried to move to my other side. Pain shot through my side, and I realized there was a large gash where a piece of broken glass had struck me.

The room was dark, and I could barely see the form of a single guard waiting in the doorway. He wasn’t watching me as his eyes drifted to the balcony doors, open and broken.

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