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“Thank goodness, you’re alive!” said a far- off-sounding voice coming from the direction of the eyes.
That settles that question. Lucy grunted and tried to stand, but her legs wouldn’t cooperate and she collapsed next to a purple-veined fern. She managed to get to her feet and felt pine needles stabbing through her waterlogged socks. For some reason, she was no longer wearing shoes.
“Are you OK?” said the blurry yellow being. “Blarghgle,” said Lucy.
“That doesn’t sound very promising,” said
the voice. “I should probably call for help.” The bell-shaped blob moved around her, a small glowing object in its hand trailing light in the darkness. “Ugh, there’s never any reception in this town. How do you people survive?”
Lucy flinched as something pointy was shoved into her hand, then chirped with glee when she realised it was her glasses. She put them on and the world came into glorious focus. She was still
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