Part 4

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The boy's body shivered violently as he awoke. Nausea always accompanied this part of the transition, this disorienting renewal of self. The night was dark again. Dark, but not drab. The color was always there, whether one chose to see it or not.

Brimming with eons of confidence, he rose to his feet and whistled for Ella. His faithful companion trotted through the corn, panting gleefully as she approached. Together, they made their way out of the cornfield—taking care to avoid the section that had caught fire—and started down the street to Tom's house.

"Won't mother be relieved to see us alive and well after this evening's tragedy?" the boy asked Ella with a wink. "Poor old Madam Aaron."

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