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There was no way to know how long she had been knocked out cold or what had happened to her. But she seemed relatively unharmed.
She sat there in shock, trying to gather her bearings so she could stand and retrace her steps back to the docks. She felt the panic swell as she searched for her friends, calling their names, but the alley was empty.
All of a sudden, there was a pull in her mind and Lexa was back at the Farmers’ Market. She could see the overturned stands and ruined paintings through the sodden mesh. But the water looked odd to her. Bluer than she recalled. It took her a moment to realize that she wasn’t physically at the docks but seeing everything through someone else’s eyes.
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- Part 17 of TROPED Fics
