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TREESHALLOW
Michael coughed, his mouth full of grass and soil. He spat it out, trying to ignore the sour taste on his tongue, and sat up to look around. Somehow, he had managed to fall face down in a large field, with grass so tall it was up to his knees. He turned around to where he thought the door was, but it had vanished.
A quiver ran through his insides. Did this mean that he couldn't get back?
He stood up, trying to see if there was someone about who he could ask, but even from this level, there was no sign of anyone. He was in an empty field, alone, and he had no idea where to go.
A bird flew over his head, swooping across the sky, and landed in a tree overhanging the field. He gazed at it, taking in the tufted blue tail and the speckled pink and orange feathers that covered
