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Relieved to be back at the base, I jogged across the field on my way to the medical wing. The sun was high in the sky here so it couldn’t have been long past noon. That Forest Of Illusions was really tricky. The ability to travel anywhere I wanted was convenient and dangerous. Who knew what the rules were or how many uses I had. Maybe next time I tried, I’d get stuck like Var and had to live out my life in a smelly hut.
I’d rather not.
A shudder ran down my spine as I opened the doors to the infirmary, immediately greeted by the smell of rubbing alcohol and bile. Gross. Someone had probably thrown up when they’d been brought in and it was my task to clean it up. Clearly, I hadn’t done it yet.
“Ylva!” The doors to the back clappered as Doctor Alma appeared with her hands full of line
