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Miranda progressed slowly and cautiously, deeper into the shed. In the dim light there appeared to be no windows, and just a tiny amount of dawn light penetrated the darkness through the small gap in the doors. She felt her way, hoping she would not crash into something and hurt herself again. Suddenly, directly in front of her, a dark shape loomed out of the gloom. She stopped, and stared intently at the shape.
It was long, and rectangular, and low to the floor, reaching only as high as her knees. Carefully, she reached out and touched it, and the feel of it was foreign to her. She moved her hands along its length, and slowly, recognition began to dawn on her. She was standing in front of a battery. More accurately, a large bank of batteries, linked together in a series. She paused,
