The room is dimly lit and Nana sits her back pressed against the cold wall. Her arms are wrapped around herself, hugging herself for poor comfort. But there is no comfort. Only the crushing weight of despair.
The only sound in her world is the c***k swearing of the lantern in the corner. There’s no movement, and air is heavy with the smell of rotting wood and stale air. She’s spent so many nights like this, desperate to wake, to open her eyes, but where is she?
But tonight, something is different.
A flicker.
She doesn’t hear it, she doesn’t see it. But she feels it, a whisper, too close to the edge of her mind, and too close to dying. A strange warmth washes over her, faint but undeniable and her breath hitches as it happens.
Her heart pounds.
It is impossible.
It cannot be real.
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