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“This is gross!” said Mara as she stood ankle deep in mud. “Gross and cold!” “What’s the matter?” teased Ambrose. “Is this mud ruining your pedicure?” Mara frowned at him. “At least it’s soft,” said Thaddeus. “I prefer it to walking on ceramic shards.” They were walking on a wide muddy path that wound through the forest. The mud was black and spongy. It reminded Ambrose of the potting soil his mother used in her garden. Their feet would sink into it, but once they stepped away, it sprang back leaving no footprint. It was also shockingly cold on their bare feet. All around them stood massive pine trees. They stretched far into the sky, their lowest branches still hundreds of feet above the
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