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“Brenna woke up one morning and her little boy was gone.

She called his name, but he didn't call back.

She ran through the house, looking for him. He wasn't there.

She tripped and fell. there it was, spread out beneath her, before her: a geographic scar of fields and lakes, of impenetrable places. An aching land, as far as she could see.”