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“There has to be another way,” I say, despite knowing that this is the only way.

The Shaman doesn't respond and continues staring at me in silence.

Helda, who has been quiet, speaks up. “All this would be in vain if she has no memory of him,” she tries to reason with the Shaman.

A cold wind blows inside the hut, putting off the small fire lit in the room.

My body trembles as cold washes over me, the only source of warmth in the room has been quenched completely, not to ...