I feel a hundred needles sticking into my neck; the painful preamble to a migraine. I open my eyes and a dead light, like expired honey seen through glass, slides down the walls. I stand up and the bed on which I am lying emits a pitiful groan. I look around. I don't know this place. I can say with absolute certainty that I have never been within these walls. I try to remember what happened, the strange chain of events that led me here. I can't do it. I don't even remember my name.
Something must have happened, something horrible. Otherwise, I wouldn't have woken up inside a cell.
The City was an interactive on-line fiction originally designed to participate in the Bancaja Hyperfiction competition. It was created using a tool provided by Bancaja that allowed the hyperfiction to be subsequently exported to HTML format. The City is no longer online.
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