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Gloom swallowed the cramped chamber, pierced only by a sliver of light from a high, barred window. Molly stirred, her lilac hair matted against a dark, stained mattress. Rising with fragile uncertainty, she scanned the shadows, memory a void that chilled her bones. Yet, her face remained a mask of apathy, dulled by illness and despair. She sank back onto the hard bedding, clutching her tattered dress to cover her trembling form. — Where I am...