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The deluge of questions raced through my mind and spurred my heart rate to a steady thrum. The blood pumping into my brain and warmth flooding into my limbs brought a surge of clarity. What am I doing cowering against the wall like a lost child? My jaw clenched with mounting anger. The melee of emotions competing for dominance inside me bowed obediently as rage took control. There’s a door here, and you haven’t even tried to open it. I chided myself that Rebecca never would have been so pathetic. I scrambled to the door and confirmed that it was securely locked. I gathered as much spit in my mouth as I could muster and spat it onto my open palm. Dipping my right pointer finger into the glob, I used the moisture to draw the rune for ‘open’ on the back of the door. As soon as it was complete
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