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THE DREAM OF THE PAST OR THE FUTURE?

THYME'S POV:

Darkness.

A thick, greasy, absolute darkness pressed in from all sides. It wasn’t a place; it was a smothering presence. I tried to force my eyes open, to find a sliver of light, but the fabric bound over them was heavy, scraping my eyelids raw. It carried the stench of old sweat ...