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The oak was impossible to miss. It was ancient, its trunk wide as a cottage, and it didn't just cast a shadow—it seemed to be a shadow, darker than the night around it. Annette, wearing her thickest bedtime diaper under a pair of baggy overalls, hesitated only a moment. She clutched Mr. Whiskers, took a breath, and stepped through the gap in its roots.

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