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Adi sat up with a jolt and looked around. The disorientation made her head spin. One moment she was bleeding out, lying on the dirty, scuffed linoleum floor, and now she found herself sitting on top of a hill that she recognized. This was the third time she’d found herself in this place, and neither of the previous two times had been particularly pleasant.
Adi stood up, brushing herself down and checking for the injuries she’d sustained in the attack not long ago. The excruciating pain when those disgusting doglike creatures had torn chunks of flesh out of her calf was emblazoned in her memory. She slid her palms over her shins and marveled at the fact that the skin was completely undamaged. Then she straightened and allowed her eyes to take in the landscape around her.
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