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The next morning when Kire woke up, he felt like he’d taken a beating in his sleep and was more tired than he’d ever been. For the first few moments he was awake, he didn’t remember anything from the day before. But the memories of the preceding day quickly came rushing in like ice water over the skin in December—a very rude awakening.
So many things had been strange about the day before. For one, Kire was positive he must have spent at least three hours in that cave. And as a result, he was supposed to arrive home late to his mother’s worried face and troubled nagging. However, Emma was the same Kire usually is when he gets home. He glanced at the wall clock on the wall after seeing how calm she was and was certain it had to be incorrect; not one minute had passed since he entered th
