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One
She is lonely.
She spends her days in darkness, wishing for things that cannot be.
The ladies tell her naught and do not allow her the simple freedom of rising from her sick bed. She is trapped by a broken arm and physical weakness as much as she is by the four walls that encase her.
She is left alone for hours with nothing but her thoughts and desire for war and need to run and breath, peering out a window that does not look east.
All around her is death and misery and despair and she does little to stop it from devouring her whole.