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Sound.
Humming? Humming.
Bradamante tried again.
She had been struggling for what felt like hours simply to lift open her heavy eyelids.
Her head pounded with pain. As though someone had slammed it repeatedly against a rock.
There. She managed to open her eyes just the smallest part of a slit.
She could see smoke rising from a fire close by. She could hear the wood crackling in the flames.
She tried, but could not turn her head. Her neck felt too stiff and swollen to move. She could only see what was in front of her and above.
In front was what looked like a rough stone wall. It seemed to be part of a structure.
Above were shards of sunlight piercing through a roof made out of some kind of foliage.
And there it was again. That sound. Someone humming somewhere behind her.
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