The sound of hoofbeats woke Naaramare out of a dream wherein she seemed to be walking through a thousand doorways in a long hall, and each doorway lead only to a new hall, lined with mirrors and tinsle, until she was hopelessly lost.
At first the sound seemed to be part of the dream, echoing through the reflective space that surrounded her, until they grew loud enough to break through her sleep.
She sat up, startled and forgetful, saying "Where am I?" aloud.
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