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When I opened my eyes, I had Mahalat's face in front of me.
I blinked.
Then blinked again, trying to pinch myself.
I couldn't move my hands; they were handcuffed and tied behind me. But the pain I felt when trying to move convinced me I was awake.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," my biological father said, putting a spoon of porridge in front of my face and shoving it in my mouth, despite my attempts to keep it shut. And making me swallow by keeping my mouth firmly closed. "Good girl. Now, another one. I didn't expect the magic to work so well on you, considering your defenses, but he was right. A healing spell just went through all the defenses."
"Where is Marty?" I asked and got another spoon of porridge stuffed into my mouth for the trouble.
"Swallow," he said, not allowing me
