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I examined every inch of that tree, but there was no sign of how I had gotten myself inside of it the night before or how I had gotten back out again. I could tell by rapping on it that it was hollow in the middle, but that was all.
There was certainly no sign of what had put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me to safety. If it had left any trace on the snow the night before, it was lost under the overlapping pattern of bird wings.
I closed my eyes and looked at the magic around me. The tree had a definite glow to it. It felt protective to me, but it didn't have the weaving pattern I associated with spells. Had it been some sort of magical tree before it was struck by lightning, or had the lightning imbued it with power? Or maybe the power had drawn the lightning. There was no way fo
