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Time has little meaning here, though your body back home may disagree.

Dream.

A forest.

A forest of the oldest sort, thick with brambles, trees snarled with centuries of life. It stretches for miles, many of them very dark, because the trees grow so close that it is hard to see. From a high vantage point, on one of the hills of the forest, one may glimpse a tower at the heart of the forest, a great graceful column of grey stone. Here and there there are clearings, bright with sunlight, and streams running with clear water. But mostly there is dark.

In the distance, the howl of a wolf.

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I don't think the wolf-boy wants to walk near me but I want to walk near him 'cause he's nice and safe and big enough to keep away the bad things from the forest.

And he looks like he's going to sneeze and if he does that would be funny.

"I am beginning to be of a mind," I say slowly, "that you lose things from outside these woods, you stay here overlong."

"Oh, but if you lose things then you can find them again!" I tell the lady. "Sometimes. If you do the right thing and know the right way to go. You can find people, too. And maybe you can find thoughts? Did you lose your idea about why you want to go to the tower?" I ask her.

We go upstream, and I hear voices and start to feel…itchy. Not just the prince's sword. Worse harder bad.

"The key is that way." I point.

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