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She didn't know how long she'd been there, her body nearly frozen stiff, when she heard a faint voice calling her name from the end of the corridor.

The hallway was dim—she couldn't see who it was.

She struggled to her feet, staggered to the iron bars, and peered into the darkness. A voice meant a person, and a person meant hope. "Who's there—who's calling me?"

At the end of the corridor