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I woke up slowly, stretching my limbs across the soft mattress and luxurious sheets. Then I jolted upright, suddenly aware that I was in my bed. Last thing I remembered, I was in the library, reading about some kind of ancient Lycan birth ritual involving howling at the moon and drinking a disgusting mixture of herbs.
I distinctly remembered falling asleep on the hard library floor, surrounded by books, not waking up and walking to my room. My heart skipped a beat. Did someone carry me, or had I sleepwalked at some point?
My question was answered when I spotted a small folded piece of paper on my nightstand with my name scribbled across the front in a familiar messy script.
“You fell asleep in the library, my dear. Don’t worry, I picked up the books. -Isaac”
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