Dawn painted the sky with a pale glow as Emily opened her eyes. The hard floor of the kennel reminded her immediately where she was and what she had endured the day before. The metallic taste of blood still seemed to cling to her mouth.
The door opened silently, letting Clara in. Her gaze, usually distant, now seemed tinged with a new curiosity.
"The Master wants to make sure you're... in a fit state," Clara said, her voice low, as if afraid of being overheard.
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