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Wonderland
[excerpt]
The night is still young.
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(He exhales.)
The moon illuminates the path ahead of him, adorned with shreds of glass and murky puddles.
(He places one foot forward.)
The bridge arches in front of him, tall, menacing.
(He sees cloaked figures— is it just his imagination?)
The ground shines, its glassy surface reflecting his dark figure.
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