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... not far from where the tree and the boy were transforming.
She was laughing with her daughter when she felt the first tendril brush her cheek. It was soft, like a kiss from a dream, and she smiled when she thought of her husband, but she was about to touch her cheek to wipe out what should be morning dew when she discovered that she could no longer move.
Her eyes moved around in confusion and panic until she caught a waving tendril that resembled a snake made out of wood and fle ...
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