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I woke to the familiar experience of being half off my own pillow, displaced by the cat sleeping against the back of my neck. I sat up and looked around. At first it was disorienting. Nothing around me was familiar.
Then memories started coming back. I was in the spare bedroom of Frór's cabin. I wasn't entirely sure how I had gotten up there. I was even less sure how long I had been sleeping. It looked like morning outside the small window beside the bed, but it felt like I'd just slept for days.
I got up, careful not to wake Mjolner, and found my clothes on a chair. They weren't the clothes I had been wearing before. Someone, probably my grandmother, had fetched me fresh things from my house in Villmark. I got dressed and took a brush to my matted hair, then headed downstairs, hopin
