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Was I dead?
No, I had thoughts. If I'd died, I'd be nothing. Nobody. But I was still me. Ylva of the West, daughter of Helga. Proud daughter and fierce Wind Child. Valkyrie in training and wolf owner.
I fought against my heavy eyelids, forcing the world to return to me. I didn't know where I was, but I was somewhere. Was I still in the Veil?
Shapes shimmered in the corners of my vision, slowly forming into objects and items I recognised. A wooden table, a rusted chest, three bottles of wine, a set of keys. Up above, dark ceilings and underneath, a dirty stone floor.
This was definitely not Flavia's room. But then... Where was I?
I pushed myself up, every muscle in my body straining and groaning in protest. The gashes on my palms pulsed angrily, festering with puss and blood. At le
