[[Nighttime; June 23rd]]
[Elicia had had
a tough week.
Shuffle, shuffle-the sound of turning blankets and small feet moving back and forth through them. She's been rolling in her sleep for a few minutes now, flipping her hidden journal into a little book tepee, while it records the buzzing air and soft incoherent murmurings of a child dreaming. They'
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