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Total darkness enveloped her, except for the two blood red glittering points that advanced inexorably. A voice whispered, dry as dust and cold, like flakes of rust on winter iron railings. The words were strange, alien, but she felt their effect in the tightening of the bonds, the stench that sickened her, and the cold that deepened until she was trembling uncontrollably. Strong hands, fingers like steel claws picked her up and she felt herself flying, hurtling through the freezing dark and into deeper darkness. Her flight stopped abruptly, painfully against a cold bare wall. Her head carried on spinning and she vomited.