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I race through the forest. The path that I follow is all gnarly roots and jutting rocks. Random tree branches loom over the trail. A few almost whack me in the face.
Important point: I’ve seen enough Earth-made TV shows to know that, in this situation, most human females would trip on a rock, fall on their ass, and lay there like a lump. Makes no sense. Time was, I thought it might be some phenomenon about woods on Earth. Enchanted anti-feminine rocks, maybe? But now that I’m here, I find that it’s super-easy to run along without falling. Not sure what’s up with that.
Something to ponder. You know, when I don’t have to haul ass to find a magical codex and Lucifer’s coin to keep me and my fiancé out of jail and the world from ending.
So, you know, much later.
The trees open up to a
