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A lurid glow refracted against the current. 
As feathers drifted above, the eye drifted below. 
Sinking, rolling, randomly tossed, and finally with intent, burrowing under the bottom-most mud, like a turtle settled for winter. 

The light extinguished.

The children trampled, pell-mell. Both Jack and Lively fled across the footbridge of the mad and innocent. Clever tried to follow. (First, wits alert, she secured the golden rib inside her walnut.) The afterglow of the eye’s vision let her see, in wonderment and woe, how she had gained experience. Being a sensible girl, not the sort to go mad, she saw how the footbridge could accommodate her no more. Clever fell.

 

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Clever’s Road - 51: GB0106