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Quackprep nodded. “Then you don’t need me anymore.”

So Quackprep told her a story about a girl who got lost on purpose so she could find the one place where stories had never been told. He described the path—left at the crooked oak, straight through the field of whispering grass, then a single step into the silence. duck.quackprep.coom

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Once,” he would say, “there was a duck who learned to read ripples.” Quackprep nodded