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On a brisk autumn morning, in Sagware Park, where the first rays of sunlight break through the foliage above, and you get that tingle in the back of your mind. A whisper of a memory or a dream of a place that feels both warmingly familiar and entirely unknown. Larry found himself exactly in that swath of land so drenched in sun, so lush, it's like walking through the very heart of a fantasy. Here, autumn is not just a...

Arco’s tail flicks anxiously as he gazes into the mouth of the cave, the idea to enter beckoning him stronger than a siren that sings to the lost ships at sea.   Go, the idea said. Go.   Like two wolves—panting, hearing themselves panting, the idea drags on in h...