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I opened my eyes to an orange glow, a small fire crackled and burden beside me. And just beyond it was Vera. She was sleeping on her side, her breathing slow and even and peaceful. I was in the shroud. Leather clothes were draped of the stool that stood beside the fire. My clothes, my boots stood up right beside them, unlaced, my dagger lying flat across their toes, and I suddenly realized I've been stripped down to my Braun underwear, talked beneath a few layers of blankets with a wool beanie on my head. With a start, I sat. My school felt as though someone had attacked it with a jackhammer. But how did I get here? I had brought very to the tree, but I had heard a noise and left and had run into Pipkins. The Pipkins told me something. What was it they had said? I couldn't remember. And then I had remembered running away from them and falling into the water, and everything had gone cold and dark. How had I ended up here? Inside a tree, practically naked under blankets with a hot fire beside me, I heard a soft tread in the snow just outside the tree, I snatched my dagger from my boots, shoved it under my blankets and lay down, pretending to sleep. The moment my eyes shut, someone stepped through the opening and into the tree. I could feel their gaze on me like I could feel my own heart beating. I fought against my pounding head, trying to get a sense of the person at the entryway.