I opened my eyes to darkness; solid, black darkness. The air tasted stale and musty, and it hurt to breathe. My chest felt tight and restrained, and with a jolt, I realized it wasn’t just my chest that I couldn’t move, but my entire body. One side of my body was resting against something soft and warm. No, not warm, hot. 143 degrees hot. The other side was cold, like icicles. My eyes gradually adjusted to the blackness, and I realized that the hot mass successivo to me was Fin.
My chest and body was bound with tight, sturdy ropes. They crackled and hummed with electricity, and every once in a...
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