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The Fate of Akna
Akna jerked awake, into awareness. She was gasping for breath, and she quickly examined her chest to check on her wound. Curiously, nothing was there, and she was clothed again in a short, clean white garment.
She looked around. There were tables on either side of the room, and metal double doors ahead made of clear glass. A light of a type which Akna was not familiar with glowed overhead. It was neither dim nor bright.
The floors in this small room were white and made of a material that Akna had never seen. There was no noise to be heard, except maybe from the lights - they seemed to hum. No...there was noise, trilling that seemed to come from somewhere behind those closed metal doors. Then there was a voice, or rather voices, though Akna could not tell how many people were speaking. She only understood a few sentences before the language ceased.
"Are your men ready?"
"Yes, sir."
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