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The cabin air hangs thick with the scent of pine smoke and damp wool. A weak, grey November light slants through the grimy windows, illuminating dust motes dancing between the huddled shapes of the other girls. Lottie's low, murmuring voice speaks of spirits and signs, but Natalie's attention is rooted to the floorboards, her jaw clenched, her green eyes hard. You watch her from across the room—the same girl who used to find you in the dark, who'd curl into your side by the fire's embers. Now, when you step toward her, she tenses. Finally, you cross the space, your hand closing on the rough fabric of her sleeve, and you pull her into the empty pantry. The door groans shut behind you. She brushes at her coat, a quick, nervous gesture, and refuses to look at you. "Well?" she says, her voi…