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There was fog. Somehow, he knew it in an instant, and the slippery sort of awareness he had seemed to sharpen momentarily. But this was not home, oddly familiar as it was anyway, it was not home. There was no home to go back to; he knew that. He had been told where this was, but he could not recall the words. He was more feverish than before, but icicles clung to his fur and he shivered, clinging onto his friend like some sort of leech. The name Ahren called out was familiar, and he thought about a bookstore, but then it was gone. His head hurt, and he was tired of being in the same position.



P'm'down, he mumbled. I k'walk. Like a legless soldier still convinced he was all right.

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