Had it not been the only adornment in thatotherwise purely functional room, Calliope would barely have noticed it. The soldiers tramped down the far side of the bridge. He lost his hold on this placelong ago. Like the boat from Temilún that had become a leaf.
_ Weedle! _ shouted the Scarecrow. Someone made him, carved him out of wood, but he had stones for eyes. He had slept for long hours the night before, but hewas still not rested, yet the ever-changing patterns in the Garden were crying out for attention. She is strong and brave.
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