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Grandmother’s House. It had to be done.She stood in the bedroom, helping to box away all the things that had belonged to her. She passed away peacefully… She hadn’t lived here for a while. She had gotten so ill that she had to leave the house in the woods. She hadn’t wanted to leave though; her grandmother had put up one hell of a fight about it. She took down a picture of a little girl in a red coat; she herself had had a red coat like that when she was little. She’d always liked red, but right now the only red was the red on her Converse. I was a little girl, and I used to go in the woods with my red coat and walk to her house. Straight there and straight back… Never stray from the path. Whatever you do never stray from the path. She placed the picture carefully into the box. More things went into the box, mostly small inconsequential items. She had never been in this room when she was a little girl. Then she found something. At first she thought it was another knickknack but then she remembered that her grandmother had never had a thing for knives. It was easy to dismiss though, to look at it you never would have thought it was anything more than a decorative letter opener. Although it’s a bit big for a letter opener She pulled it out of the leather sheathe. The handle was bone, carved in the likeness of a wolf and the blade.The blade was silver? She quickly put it back in its sheathe. But she felt it shouldn’t go in the box. Instead she left it on the dresser for now. She quickly went to work on the rest of the room. More things went into the boxes, most were things she remembered, stuff she associated with her grandmother, safe, familiar things. No more strange knives and no more wolves. Then she found the book.It was small, yellowed with age, bound in leather with a… wolf on the cover. Trembling hands went to open it… Her grandmother’s handwriting. This section looked like it was new. “Never stray from the path-Red”