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Wilt woke in the sunlight, face down in the dirt. For a moment he lay perfectly still, soaking in the warmth and heat, until the memory of where he had just been rushed in and he sprang to his feet, ready to face any threat.
There was nothing. He was safe.
He stood at the edge of the Tangle, a single uninterrupted wall of trees facing him. They seemed to shift and sway with the breeze, pulsing back at him a warning as clear as if it were shouted to the heavens.
He turned away from them and headed south, not wanting to provoke any further reaction.
His head felt light and clear, as though a great weight had been lifted. He hadn’t been aware how much room inside his mind Delco and Rawick had taken up, or at least how much of his mind was always concentrating on maintaining the connec
