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There was always the cabin. Always the darkness outside of it, the calendar on the wall, and the flickering bulb

But some things do change. There were more of us once. Gumpaw and Gamma for starters. How we cried deep sobs of anguish when they could not be saved. Too slow, too feeble. Father can only do so much, he is already spread so thin protecting us that nobody blames him for what happened.