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CHAPTER 20 Less than an hour later, I was once again alone in my quiet little house. The noonday sun was shining in brightly through all the windows, illuminating all of my artwork in its separate piles, as well as the streaks of charcoal and graphite that marred the wood floor everywhere I looked. I had a lot of work ahead of me, cleaning all that up. But my brain was muffled like cotton, like I couldn't hear my own thoughts. Loke had rattled off a list of things he'd done or would be doing when he'd returned to put Báfurr in a cart to roll him to the healer's house. But my tired brain hadn't been able to follow his rapid-fire speech well enough to even grasp if there was something I should be doing. Besides cleaning up the mess I'd made of my living room floor. I should really get st