Six Days EarlierThe first thing Rey felt was the weight of her own heartbeat, slow, heavy, and distant, as if echoing through water. Her body floated somewhere between sleep and reality, every limb foreign, every breath dragging like smoke through her chest.Then came the smell; it wasn't salt or snow, but metal. Sharp and sterile, mixed with something faintly sweet, like burnt herbs.Her eyes fluttered open.The ceiling above her was smooth and grey, lined with faint cracks that spidered across the plaster. The light was dim, too dim to tell if it was dawn or dusk, and it pulsed from a single lamp mounted high on the wall, its glow cold and unnatural.Rey blinked slowly, trying to move. Pain rippled through her body in dull waves, her muscles sluggish and unresponsive. A soft whir sounded nearby, the rhythmic hum of a generator, and beneath it, she could hear the faint rasp of her own breathing.She wasn't in the woods or on the beach.Memories came back in fragments: the cave, the
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