![]() ![]() Someone helped her sit up, hands brisk, strong. She covered her mouth with her shaking hand, tried to filter out some of the smoke and dust in the air as she breathed. Her throat and lungs burned with thirst, with the smoke, and she coughed until she almost retched. Light was in her eyes, and it took her a moment to realize that she was on a dirt floor, that there was fire all around her, fire in a circle perhaps twenty feet across, a ring of coals and tinder that smoldered and smoked. Her skin had soaked with sweat, and her clothes clung to her, likewise damp. Wake up," and slapped her at measured intervals until Isana curled away from the blows, rolling to get her hands and knees beneath her, and to lift her head. ![]() That same voice continued, just as before, "Wake up. Isana let out a surprised sound and lifted her arms in an effort to protect her face. ![]() Wake up." Someone slapped her face, sudden and sharp. Isana heard a woman's voice say, "Wake up. ![]()
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