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... y fell twenty feet to the ground below. My old bones weren’t meant for tree climbing, but sometimes desperate times called for desperate means.
"Hold on, Elder Iris!" whispered little Tommy from the branch above me. At seven years old, he was much better at this than I was.
Below us, shadow-controlled wolves prowled through the forest, looking for the children I’d been hiding. Their black eyes gleamed in the darkness, and their moves were wrong – too stiff, too coordinated. These ...
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