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“I’ve seen this before.”
“Of course you have, Tash,” Oliver sighed. “We’re going in circles.”
“That’s not it,” Tasha said, looking around at the serpentine trees.
“We’re not going in circles?”
“I don’t know, Oliver. You wanted to do this.”
“Pastor Steve said there’s some ancient temple out here. You want to go all the way back home without seeing anything other than shacks?” Oliver crossed his arms.
“No, but we could have found a guide. Or a map.” Tasha felt the hairs on her arms prickle. A branch brushed her arm.
Flesh, fresh flesh, the tree crooned.
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