I could be right. I could have always been right. Heart galloping in her chest, she took off toward the field, skirting around stalks of wheat, like she was eleven years old once again. Except the last time there was emerald illumination, she’d been inside of her house within a tornado. But that light had been there, too. Right then, she would do anything for the yellow brick road to lead her anywhere else but here—instead of remaining in a world with nothing. She was supposed to be out of the house in two days’ time, but if she could find a way back to Oz—a place where no one thought of her
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