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Paskia felt her weight shift and knew the train was slowing. She had no idea how long the journey had taken. Maybe an hour, maybe a few hours. After the initial jolt of movement, a dull monotony had set in.
She shifted her position, something she’d been doing constantly, attempting to find comfort on the hard bench, trying to move her limbs. They ached, a dull throb that echoed with each heartbeat, each thump a reminder that she was bound and secluded. A prisoner.
No. Less than a prisoner.
No. Less than a prisoner.Paskia thought back, to the last time she had seen daylight, on the day they had taken her. How long ago was that? Days or months? She had no way of knowing.
But it didn’t matter, did it? What did an animal know of the passing of time? The sun rose, and the sun se
