Where am I?

Luna opened her eyelids a crack. Her first impression was of light. Lots of light. She jammed her eyes shut again. Light meant that she didn't want to open them, because light wasn't found at night or in the city- at least, moonlight wasn't that bright. She thought back. The square. Estelle going down with a dart in her arm. The Dawn Shadows. A glimpse of the moon. Then nothing. She tried opening her eyes again. The light seemed less bright this time. Much less bright. She opened her eyes fully and looked around. She was lying on a table, chained at each wrist and ankle with pure shadow, in a small, white room. And her next thought was, Where the heck am I?

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