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Ariah woke up with a start, sweat glistening off her brow as she gasped for air. She looked down at herself, and touched her face. She wasn't dead. "It was just a dream," she said to herself with a sigh of relief. One month till I die, she thought to herself grimly as she got out of bed and dressed for the day. The familiar, soft feeling of her hoodie comforted her, but only a little bit. The uneasy feeling at the pit of her stomach still remained. She glanced out her window, and seeing Fae there, the corner of her mouth twitched up for a crooked smile. She shook her head, and ventured out to the backyard.