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... ," Mom's annoyed voice pierces my fabric shield. Through Sense Mana, I watch the outline of my mother, reach down and grab my blanket. I could try stopping her, but it would mean the destruction of my blanket. "It's time you get up," Mother forcefully rips the covering off me.
On reflex, I curl up, bracing myself for the cold air of fall to wash over me, but it never comes. My room is chilly, but for some reason, it's not to the point that I can't bear it. Why aren't I cold?
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