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"P-Please, leave me alone. I don’t know who this ‘Glailey’ is. There must be some mistake."

‘Open your eyes, child.’

What?
I-I can’t. It hurts to try.

Something strokes my eyelids. It's gentle, soft like silk.

My eyes open.
All I can see are stars - or, at least I think they’re stars. They’re darting around like hoverflies - millions of them, in an array of colours. The air is sharp with cold and thick with mineral dust. My nose and lungs are filled with the potent smell of the elements, yet I’m not coughing or sneezing.

‘Rise, Glailey. We’ve wasted enough time.’

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