margin-right:0in">I start stepping lightly but swiftly over the river of gold to avoid another clumsy slip. By the time we make it back to the dark hallway, it’s even worse than I remember. My eyes start trying to fill the deep emptiness with the memory of all the vibrant colors they saw locked inside the treasure room. The light ghosts keep me moving in all the wrong directions. Every step seems to lead into a hidden wall or other unseen object. It gets even worse when the hall opens back up again. I stop running into things and get so completely lost that I end up heading back toward the gold river again.

After course correcting for the fourth time, I eventually find myself in the tight squeeze leading back to the front room. The girl in my arms has to be cradled like a c...

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