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Prophetic- II
A drop of moisture collected on the ceiling above, trickling down a stalactite to splatter against Hana’s forehead. Her eyes fluttered open, their vision still blurry with sleep. Slowly, the world came back into focus, and Hana raised a hand to her mouth as she yawned. With a languid stretch, she forced herself up into a sitting position, wondering how long Tiberius had allowed her to sleep. Glancing around for him, Hana’s eyes widened with confusion, a state that quickly transformed into one of horror. She was alone in the cave. The Voyager had disappeared, and all of their gear and provisions were gone with him. “No, no, no!” Hana cried out hoarsely, scrambling to her feet. It was impossible. He couldn’t have left her behind; Tiberius still needed her! Longing for the comfort of his
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