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Knave's walk today took him toward the edge of Ozland, nearer the border of the Sleeping Woods. He'd had little opportunity to go exploring anyplace outside Ozland, and this still was not an opportunity to do so. He paused where he was, against a tree, and leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, gazing out at the people and creatures hustling back and forth. It was an odd mix, to be certain, odder even than had been in Wonderland alone, for there were such strange beings already living here when the Queen moved in. Knave shook his head. He was certain the Queen would soon make Ozland into a Wonderland replica, and that wasn't sitting well with him.
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