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Chapter One
"You must right a grievous wrong."
The familiar, hoarse voice wavered in Mariah Walker's ears. The final word resounded, the single syllable elongating, its volume intensifying until she nearly screamed.
"What are you talking about?" she whispered. "What wrong? Please, explain this time."
She reached out her hand, fumbling in the darkness for a light switch but instead encountering something smooth and hard. She felt cramped, crumpled nearly into a ball, yet somehow erect. Her entire being focused on the voice still reverberating in her head, its residue roaring into one relentless, noisy, growling tone.
"Please," she repeated, choking on the word.
"Miss?" The quiet word broke into her thoughts. "Are you all right?"
Mariah opened her eyes. She blinked, disoriented. In moments, she identified the deafening reverberation, the hard surface she had touched, the source of the sensation of being cramped. She was seated in coach on a commercial jet.
"The cart's nearly here," her seatmate continued. Hers

 
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