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I lift one hand.
“Wait.”
My pulse pounds as I look toward the corn.
If it doesn’t work…
“Die.”
Nothing happens.
I wait.
Still nothing.
“Well…” I mutter. “It was worth a shot.”
Rhett snorts.
I turn and glare at him.
“Do you want to try?”
He immediately lifts both hands.
“No. I just thought it was ambitious.”
The crowned figure takes one step forward.
Every plant in the field bows.
I don’t.
I stare up at it.
“Who are you?”
It raises one hand.
And the world disappears.
Not around me.
Inside me.
Images slam into my head so violently that I stagger.
Sunlight.
An empty field.
No Ward Farm.
No farmhouse.
No roads.
No fences.
