Feeling his fever get the better of him, Andrew felt the wood slip from his grasp like sand through fingertips and no sooner had the wood bounced off the ground, had Andrew’s body gone limp and crumbled to the floor as if the bones in his body had all but ceased to exist.

Once he woke up, he looked around and saw the rest of the group sat around a table. What was this?

He turned toward the voice of one of the women and spoke calmly, “we’ll get out of here. It’s likely some cruel trick. Just remain calm.”

At his words, Andrew leaned forward and held his hand above the candle slightly – to feel how warm it was, “I feel like we haven’t all been apparated here. The last thing I remember was setting the wood alight. Was anybody doing anything else that could have triggered this?”

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