A snippet of something, maybe in progress.

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They whispered secrets for hours, and once Sherry was sure, she pulled out a map of indeterminable origin, at which Reynard squinted in the darkness. His fingers fumbled over the creases, quivering slightly.
"Let's go find it," Sherry puffed, thrilled. "Let's go jump off its face."
They kissed, and when Reynard awakened from his stupor, he clutched the map to his straining eyes and saw it.
The face in question was that of a man Reynard would someday meet, though he would be unaware of this man's significance at the moment. The precipice built in honor of that face rested in a godforsaken atoll apart from its kin, beckoning to nothing.

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