The northern morning was infamous for its bitter chill.
Even with a fireplace in the room, only smoldering embers remained by dawn, and the icy air crept through the windows.
It was at that moment Cassandra awoke.
As she stirred, an unsettling ripple spread through her chest.
“Huh…?”
Tears streamed down Cassandra’s tightly shut eyes.
Once again, she had dreamt.
