The four clockwork men nearest the Scarecrow's throne turned and began to shuffle toward him,spreading into a crescent formation. He fell asleep still staring at the fire, the flames a curtain that obscured, but did notentirely hide, the darkness beyond. Perhaps drowned, perhaps washed up somewhere else. But wait--how could that be? The day was hot,wasn't it? Hot and without any wind at all.
I began to sweat, though theevening breeze was cool and pleasant. an whose name waswhispered in respectful horror throughout the secret slavery bureaus of Southeast Asia--s Something's gone utterly major wrong. At last we reached the rust-coloredoutcroppings that were the source of the tribe's name, and found the
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