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I gasped awake, pressing my fingers into my mouth to hold in my whimpers that were echoing loudly in the quiet room.

“Lady of the moon,” I prayed, drawing in ragged breaths as my eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness in the room, the looming shapes of the furniture seeming larger than before.

I gasped again, grunting as I flew to my feet, battling the wave of dizziness that clung to the sides of my head like stubborn rats and slamming my palm on the light switch, squinting when the flood of dim yellow light filled the room.

I couldn't remember the nightmare I had woken from...