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Lincoln
What a trail.
Following Peli through the woods proves rather interesting. Sometimes, he leaves a clear line of broken leaves and footprints to follow. In other instances, it takes all my tracking skill to determine his direction.
As in everything, Peli can’t help being a trickster.
Which brings me to the present moment. There’s no mistaking the chilly edge to the air. Night will fall soon. Myla and I follow Peli’s trail across the forest floor. Pale blue trees tower overhead. A few lonely beams of dying sunlight cut through the canopy, casting odd patterns onto the ground.
Then it all ends.
Once again, the landscape changes with the precision of a ruler. The indigo forest cuts off to be replaced by a vast desert of emerald sand. This isn’t a wasteland such as the place wh
