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Kori was somewhere cool. The air also felt a bit more damp than usual. And there was a faint smell of fresh paint.
Her arms were tied securely behind her back with a smooth length of rope and she was sitting on something hard. Her ankles were also bound—not tightly enough to cut off her circulation, but enough to prevent escape. A cold, nervous sweat made the thin fabric of her blouse cling to her beneath her cardigan.
Where am I?
She had no idea. One minute, she had been in her office, preparing for a patient, and the next…
Someone had pressed a cloth against her nose and mouth from behind. She had tried to struggle, of course. But whatever was on the cloth had knocked her out in a matter of moments. Her mouth still had a dry, cotton feel to it from the fumes.
She had come to in
