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Read MoreMoose wandered to a still pool deep in the pine forest. As he stared, a small voice fluttered near his hooves. It was Finch, perched on a reed, her tiny chest glowing like a spark. « Why do you look at yourself as though you are alone, Tall One ? » she asked. Moose grumbled. « These feelings rise like a deer path after rain—muddy and deep. I am supposed to walk above such things. » Continue reading …
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Read MoreThe Thousand Sunny drifted through a quiet stretch of sea at midday, the sunlight shimmering so brightly it looked like gold scattered across the waves. For once, there were no Marines, no sea kings, no explosions, no screaming—just the calm hush of water brushing the hull. Which, of course, meant something was definitely off. Continue reading …
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