FELICIA POVThe air was cold, the ground icy beneath me. My eyelids grew heavy, yet sleep remained elusive. Within the confines of the prison, I was far from alone. Many were here, not just me. All those reported missing were present. The young, the old, those my age, too."Are you Avimayor? Aren't you? I idolize you!" I saw the delight on their faces.She was a teenager, this girl. Most joined in her sentiment, a chorus of voices rising. Soft murmurs only, mindful of the guards' scrutiny."Thank goodness you're alive,""News of your sudden vanishing reached us; little did we expect to find you here,""A month later, and here we are, crossing paths,""It's astonishing,""What happened to you? You're covered in wounds and bruises. Are they hurting you?"I couldn't bring myself to speak, to explain to them. Instead of addressing their questions, I turned into the inquirer. So much I wanted to know, hoping they might hold even a scrap of insight."Have you been here long?" I inquired."S
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