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My bed was still within the ward, but the ward was now part of the forest. It was no surprise that this provider of pain-relief should now be transforming into a shaman whose powers had been cultivated on the moist carpet of the forest floor.

It was the decaying leaves that I was treading on as I returned to the woods. I had slipped from beneath the sheets and eased onto the floor without being noticed. I would have liked to say that I heard an owl overhead, but nothing made a sound in that darkened place. If creatures lived here, they would be the type that lived in a plague of stillness, never once breaking beyond it to announce the coming of death. To move in such a place was to invite discovery.

Winter was upon that world. Each passing moment sought to establish its claim. It was a…

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