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Chapter Thirty Five: More questions

The first thing Freya registered was the beeping.

A slow, steady rhythm. Not her alarm clock. Not the hum of her old heater. Something colder. Sharper.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and the world swam into view—metal walls, a soft blue glow, the faint scent of antiseptic. A medic bay.

And beside her...