But I seem to have had a small epiphany, if you can call it that. I went to bed almost three hours ago, and I had weird dreams of Regency England (that's what I get for reading Georgette Heyer right before I go to bed). There were loyal servants that I could trust, and by intricately organizing them, I could stay warm and safe. Each time I entered
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