Slubka's throat hurt. Her lungs hurt. Her stomach heaved. That meant, she supposed, that she was alive. Her arm hurt, too, from being pinned under her against a cold concrete floor. She had made it into the Emergency Building, then. That meant she would live a little longer; which meant she still had work to do. She sat up.
She was in a long narrow room, its outer wall lined with windows that seemed to suck light away rather than admitting it. No telling how long she'd been unconscious; the Unwin
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