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She could feel a cool, metallic object in her hand; it must be her phone. If she could turn it on, there would be light.

The screen shed a pale luminescence toward her, a pale glowing rectangle, like light caught in a mirror. It contained no image and no word. At first it seemed that she looked down into it, holding it cupped in the palm of her hand, but in the dark of the cave there seemed to be no gravity, and this cup of light might just as well have been beside her, or above, impossibly distant, like that frayed wafer of daylight moon, faint in the washed colors of the evening sky.