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Ars Memoria She woke to darkness, and fear. A pitch-black nightmare of uncertainty thrust itself down her throat, cloying her senses as her hands flailed out away from her body. Nothing. The hands: squabbling claws, sought her eyes. Open. Darkness. No sounds; just the thudding, incessant pounding of her heart. She grasped her chest: checking, her heart contained within, not pumping the last of her life into the darkness. A scream. Hers? Followed by panting, crouching, feeling the floor beneath her feet; rough, and cold against bare skin. A struggle? She does not remember. She remembers nothing but the darkness. Reaching out