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A lurid glow refracted against the current. 
Feathers drifted in the air above. The eye drifted in the water below. 
Sinking, rolling, randomly tossed, and finally with intent, burrowing under the bottom-most mud, like a turtle settled for winter. 

The light extinguished.

The children trampled, pell-mell. Both Jack and Lively fled across the footbridge of the mad and innocent. Clever tried to follow. (First, wits alert, she secured the golden rib inside her walnut.) The afterglow of the eye’s vision let her see, in wonderment and woe, how she left behind her innocence, how it remained in the Miller’s keeping … the Miller forever hunted.

Being a sensible girl, not the sort to go mad, she knew the footbridge would accommodate her no more. And indeed, it tipped her off. Clever fell.

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Clever’s Road 51: GB0106