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A precious thing called hope

Oleandria open her eyes. Sunlight was entering the room through the cracks left by the wooden planks nailed to the window frame. But even the few light streams that manage to pierce into the room where light enough to show her she didn't recognize the room she was currently lying in. The covers also didn't smell like she was used to but it wasn't complete strange to her, although so she couldn't place the sent. She lied still for a few moments, listening to the sounds that were coming from outside.

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by Dr. Radut