Lettie opened the small door that seemed to fit her entire body only if she were crouching. A small gasp escaped her lips as she forced herself through the less than child sized door and out the other side. "Let me, through!" Pop! "Ouff!" She was out, sprawled on the grassy earth, the wind causing goose bumps to erupt on her skin as it bit her through layers of freshly woven sheep skin dress. She shivered, cringing as she tried to lift herself from the ground, her bones aching with every movement.
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