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Neve crossed the fallen cracked-willow that served as bridge. Cesar had walked it without a break in her step but Neve was less certain. She heard the rhyme play in her head, ā€˜Iā€™m a troll, fold-a-roll.ā€™ She thought of the … Continue reading

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