Literature
Calculated Risk
The world was cold and silent, a blurred vision he could not understand. Breath escaped his lips in white cloud, pressing against the glass and metal door before him, laying fog over the ice crusted window. There should not be a door there, he thought. There were walls around him which should not be there. There should not be darkness.
This, Lalna came to quickly realize, was not his bed.
His hands immediately began to beat on the door, fingernails chipping away at the ice that covered everything, leaving dim claw marks in their wake. He screamed, but the scream never felt loud enough, like he was caught in a nightmare, rendered mute.
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