This is a small chapter from my young-adult fantasy novel which right now I'm calling Carpeta. More of a proposal, it's in the beginning stages and subject to major overhaul, particularly the names of things. I welcome your comments and feedback.
The tree’s trunk, bulbous and scabby, squatted on the banks like a fat old spider-man with a dozen skinny legs. His branching arms reached out over the water, as if sheltering the . . .
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