BoundlessM
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Harry blinked into awareness. His eyelids slow and heavy.
His mind groping through the fog of a deep sleep. He was slumped over a table. The grain of the wood pressing into his cheek, leaving a patchwork of tiny indents on his skin. As consciousness seeped in, so did the details of his surroundings.
A cafe. A place that seemed both strange and familiar. The pot lights above were awfully dim.
How did he get here? He had no recollection at all.
He straightened up wearily, feeling the harsh stiffness in his neck, and ran a hand over his face, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. The cafe was silent, save for the soft ticking of a clock that seemed too loud in the quiet. His heart beated a slow, heavy rhythm as his brown orbs wearily scanned the diner. It seemed that he was alone, yet the sense of someone watching crept over him.
He turned his head slowly, his neck protesting with a sharp twinge of pain that shot up to the base of his skull. He winced, reaching up to massage the tender spot, feeling the muscles tight and knotted. As he looked out the window, his discomfort was momentarily forgotten, eclipsed by the eerie sight that greeted him.
There, beyond the pane, was a world swallowed by fog. It was thick, unnaturally so, clouding everything with its dense, grey shroud. Buildings, streets, the very fabric of the town he knew, all were obscured, hidden behind this ghostly veil. Harry's brow furrowed in confusion.
How had this happened?
The sight was disturbing. Almost impossible. He pressed closer to the glass, his breath fogging a small circle on the surface. The fog seemed alive, swirling and shifting in patterns that defied wind.
"Finally awake?"
He reacts quickly to the unexpected words, his head painfully snapping around as he blinks in surprise at the jumpscaring culprit. It's a woman. An officer.
You.
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