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  • Vignette 1

    First, the forest. A green, creeping thing, sending angry feelers and roots into the road that winds through it. Occasionally, the forest spreads its fingers, allowing glimpses of sawgrass clearings and herds of bison and small troupes of elephants. …

  • Vignette Two

    He didn’t like the sun, which was a problem because it was only midmorning and the sun was beating down upon his wagon with a relentless passion typically seen only in teenage lovers. He wiped sweat from his brow and looked out at the road from the …

  • Vignette 3

    He was free. He wept, but he was free. Jordan streaked through the underbrush. The sliver of moon provided no light, but he careened through the forest, thorns and branches lashing out. He sobbed, he screamed, he laughed with joy. And above all else, …