The fox is dead, Arthur realized while looking to the left on the same walk. Something had happened. Think Arthur, think!
He was in the tunnel again, light at the end once more. But different. White, not yellow. Different planet, he realized. Newt, he recalled. Something about Newt.
He turns left instead of right, thereby avoiding the dead fox.
Choices, he pondered. It’s all about the choices we make.
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Into the clotheslines!
Sunklands 