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The next few nights passed in much the same fashion, with me awake half the night, worry eating a hole in my stomach. I had hit a brick wall, though. I just could not figure out why I was so different than everyone else, or why that necklace affected me so much.

Every morning, Father and Anne would ask how I had slept, and though I hated to lie to them, I had to reply "Fine, Thanks."

I think Father saw through my charade, or at least partly. One night, while Anne was out gathering more wood from our woodpile, he said, looking at me with concern,

"Mari, are you sure you're alright? I don't think you're getting enough sleep. Is something wrong?"

I glanced down at the mug of tea I was holding. "No.... I'm fine, Father."

I hesitated, considering whether to tell him of my dream or not. For the dream, the one I had been having when Anne had woken me up that fateful day when I first saw the necklace, had been reoocurring. No, I would handle this myself.

"Really, I'm fine." I said, when he looked skeptical.

"Well," he said, slightly mollified, "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Right." I whispered.

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- E.G.