Klancaster. Whence he came from. The dirt, the grime. He must cleanse himself in this mountain environment. Forget about Snowwhite Well. Forget about Dixon Too, Maw, Cousin Odie, the rest.
No, this was not the snow peaked mountain of treasure lore he’s on. (Dixon walks across the stone patio.) But he’s *close*. He can feel it. Maybe even that far summit over there hidden behind the tall pines?
Hold on. What’s that?
*Linden* trees. And in such profusion. He’s never seen so many in one place. He must go check it out!
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So thick you can’t see what’s inside. And the property’s banned.
Oh well, Dixon thinks. Moving on.
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“One down, one to go, Young Duncan. Hold on.”
Sunklands 