Finished Folds (1—3)
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3Swallowing my panic, I scrambled away in my new mouse form before he could get any more information out of me. I slipped under the door and
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1I sat there, gripping the mug and staring absentmindedly at the glassy surface of its contents. I wasn't ready
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5But the shack was dark, with the faint light casting irregular shadows on its surface. I approached it hesitantly, gripping a dagger in my right hand. I heard the snap of a branch