The Crystalline Jungle

"Goodnight, Harper."

"Night."

...

Early next morning.

Dappled sunlight filtered through the cracks in the deadwood.

"Screech! Screech!"

At the entrance of the hollow, a "tragic" farewell was underway.

Dozens of Scarlet Brass Face-Chimps were clinging to IronBaker's robes—some hugging her legs, others hanging from her arms—staring at the "God of Sweets" with teary eyes and pitiful cries.

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