Chapter 4Miranda was alone. She didn’t know where she was or where all the pain had gone to. She stood uncertainly, sure her legs would fail her, but they felt fine. She looked down at herself and found, surprisingly, everything intact. There were no scratches, no bruises, no scorches where they had burned her with cigarettes.
It seemed everything had healed in one miraculous moment.
She looked around her and gasped. There were no walls, no floor beneath her, no ceiling above her. All she saw was dim gray light and a mist rolling around her ankles.
A dark bird, its wings making a great shadow above her, chilling, swooped by. Then another and another, until the air above her was filled with the sound of beating wings, their blackness blotting out the dim, feeble light until Miranda found
