Dark Recall
The squeaking hinges, the gust of cool air that came up from the hole, the slant of light that fell just to the midpoint of a stairwell, all made her feel ill.
There was no physical sign, only the memory but that often remains even sharper, unfaded by sunlight or ground smooth and featureless by sand blown by the wind.
For a moment she closed her eyes, rested her bones as a stab of familiar pain coursed through her breast.
