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"Switch!"
It was a hushed command full of urgency. It pulled me from my dream, and as I regained consciousness, I could hear the quick patter of stone feet on the tile. The undulating light and warmth of what could only be a fire licked at my eyelids. I opened my eyes a tiny amount and saw a small stone gargoyle jump into the fire and settle in amongst the logs burning there. At the same moment, I felt a warm, firm creature wriggling under the blankets that covered me.
"What's going on?" My mouth was paper and the sound so reedy and small I wasn't sure they would hear me.
"You're awake!" Grog cried from his seat in the fire.
"Yay!" chorused Brog from under the blankets. He crawled to the edge and stuck out his tiny dented skull. "We thought we'd lost you!"
"Back to work,
