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18 December, 1993

A tta woke in the moonlit grove, covered in frost, huddled beneath the old, twisted hawthorn. The Faerie Wood book lay on her lap, open to a drawing of a door.

She was trembling so fiercely she nearly couldn’t stand, could hardly hold onto the book as she raced for the manor in nothing but one of Sonder’s button-down shirts. She nearly slipped on a patch of frost outside the door but made it inside, tossing the book away from her onto the kitchen counter, and rushed for the shower.