The first sensation was the cold. A deep, marrow-chilling dampness seeped through the thin fabric beneath her. Vivian groaned, her head pounding with the ferocity of a jackhammer on concrete. *Too much cheap wine last night?* she thought blearily, trying to pry her eyes open. But the light filtering through her eyelids wasn't the familiar, warm glow of her apartment’s morning sun. It was… dim. Grey. Flickering unnaturally.She forced her eyes open, blinking against the sting. Instead of her popcorn ceiling plastered with glow-in-the-dark stars (a relic of teenage whimsy she’d never taken down), she saw vast, vaulted stone arches disappearing into shadowy heights. Heavy, dark velvet drapes hung beside tall, narrow windows crisscrossed with lead. The air smelled of dust, old stoarches disappearing into shadowy heights. Heavy, dark velvet drapes hung beside tall, narrow windows crisscrossed with lead. The air smelled of dust, old stone, beeswax, and something faintly metallic – like cold
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