It's the early hours of the morning the day after everyone arrives at the barracks. As the sun breaks over the trees and sends scattershot yellow light through the mist that drifts lazily within the barracks grounds, a long brown shape darts between the buildings. It's hard to get a good look at it, quick as it is--three feet of stocky body, ( Read more... )

In the wee hours of morning, those who look will find the house has restored itself ( Read more... )

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