I come back slowly.Not all at once. In pieces. Sound first, a low hum that might be an engine or might be something else, then sensation, the specific discomfort of a surface that is not soft, then smell, something cold and faintly damp like a room that has not had people in it for a long time.Then everything.I sit up fast and immediately regret it because my head does something violent in protest and I press my hands against the floor and breathe until the spinning stops.The room is small.Not tiny. Enough to stand in, enough to move in, but small in the way of something that was not designed for habitation. Stone walls. One window, high up, narrow, the glass thick and the light coming through it grey and directional, afternoon maybe, which means I have been unconscious for hours.There is a mattress on the floor.I am not on it. I am beside it. Which means someone placed me here and I moved in my sleep.A bottle of water on the floor near the mattress.A door in the far wall. So
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