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once more, surrounded
by the familiar muted smells of incense, marijuana, and sex. Someone was in
the room with her, but couldn't tell who, not immediately. She'd been in
deadspace for seven minutes, and it felt as if every cell of 's body had
been scrubbed with a ton of ashes, half of which she'd then swallowed. She
tried to stretch, vaguely aware of the fresh tears on 's cheeks.
"Goblin? Hey, take it easy," a young girl said. Susan felt the presence
bending over her. "It's Beaker, Goblin. Are you okay? Are you all right?"
Still blind, Susan gasped, "...give me a level, would you...."
Beaker held up 's left index finger, flaring hard. The isolation room
lit up from the younger girl's perspective, and Susan felt the coarseness of
her purple Acolyte's robe, the sign of a holy Temple prostitute. was only
fifteen, Susan realized; all this must be so foreign to her. caught the
echoes of confusion, a cacophony of dissenting voices within Beaker. was
uncertain and afraid, unsure of what came next. So was Susan, but you had to
be careful around the low-powers. Couldn't let them think yo
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