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She
forced
herself
not
to
pull
on
her
bindings
.
This
is
not
my
bedroom
,
she
thought
.
They
’
ve
taken
me
someplace
else
.
Slowly
,
she
marshaled
the
inner
calmness
.
She
grew
aware
of
the
smell
of
her
own
stale
sweat
with
its
chemical
infusion
of
fear
.
Where
is
Paul
?
she
asked
herself
.
My
son
—
what
have
they
done
to
him
?
Calmness
.
She
forced
herself
to
it
,
using
the
ancient
routines
.
But
terror
remained
so
near
.
Leto
?
Where
are
you
,
Leto
?
She
sensed
a
diminishing
in
the
dark
.
It
began
with
shadows
.
Dimensions
separated
,
became
new
thorns
of
awareness
.
White
.
A
line
under
a
door
.
