Book2:KigdomIteDreams

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    “Listen!That’smymothercalling.Motheriscallingmeagainandsheisnotfarfromhere.Sheisnearby.”Sayingso,sherushedhystericallyoutofthepace.Mr.Fingercoulddonothingbutfollowher.Theycrossedthezigzagginggoldpace,ranonthenarrowgoldpathwayhalfcoveredrofusionofcolorfulblossomsandrushedahead.Whentheycametotheentrahepace,theyslidoutsidewaysthroughthegapjustthewaytheyhadentered.

    Vioranonfollowingthesoundofhermother’svoice.Theydidnotknowhowfartheyhadrunwhenabrightfshoflightningexposedafrighteningse.Notfaraheadwasadeadtree,oolhtredbloodbeforeit.ThiswasthesiteofIlene’sexecutionallthoseyearsago.AftershewaschoppedintwofromthewaistbyMedusa,herlowerbodyyinapoolofblood.ItwasthenthatVio,only