WHO WSA I

I opened my eyes.

Darkness.

It smelled of damp and mould. I felt rough stone under my skin.

I sat up, shivering slightly in the cold.

A faint, faint light could be seen - too faint for me to readily determine its source. In every direction - darkness. Below me, stone and slippery water.

I felt with my fingers over my arms, legs, and body... I was thin, more so than I should be. There were rough patches where my skin had been bruised. I was...

I started to tremble.

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