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Fiona awakened beneath the rubble of a smoldering building and glanced around.
How long had she been out for?
She struggled to focus, to remember. Sometimes the fire took her, like it did her sister, and it was hard to recall where she was or what she was doing.
Her sister.
“Aislinn?” she called out and dug through the debris.
There was no time to waste. Her sister had disintegrated but would regenerate any time now, and when she did, she would not be happy.
Fiona shuffled through the darkness on hands and feet, feeling her way through the charred remains.
She heard a noise and froze, then listened for a pattern, anything.
There were street noises outside, cars going by, honking at pedestrians.
The vermin would stay away until the fire cooled. But she had to get to Aislinn bef
