Insurrection

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Prologue
She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings. It was dark, and the smell of manure and hay was overwhelming. Slowly, she stretched out her arms, to her sides and above her. Nothing. She decided it was safe to get up.
Behind her, she heard something drop, it sounded like a small box that did not contain much. The object started to move, it's rasping and scratching causing her heart to beat faster. Every breath she took was more strangled, until her breathing turned into gasps sand splutters. There wasn't so much room after all. She fought to push her claustrophobic thoughts away and stood as still as a statue. She could feel the thing coming closer to her, it was quiet but it's warmth instantly made her aware of where it was.
Right next to her left foot.

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