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We saw the lights on our fourth night out. At first, we mistook them for other travelers and attempted to make contact, but got turned around. Charles was the first one they took. He just got this look in his eyes and kept saying, “They’re singing to me. They’re singing to me.” The thing that terrifies me, more than visions or gators, is that I am no longer convinced that the lights are random. They don’t just lure weary travelers off the path. They are leading me somewhere…
Plastic components.
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3 Will o’ the Wisps
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