You grab the Scarecrow's hand and run. The Tin Man's eyes follow you—then close in despair. Behind you, something large crashes through the trees. You don't look back. The guilt burns, but you're alive.
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You grab the Scarecrow's hand and run. The Tin Man's eyes follow you—then close in despair. Behind you, something large crashes through the trees. You don't look back. The guilt burns, but you're alive.
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