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The paved road ended some two miles out of town, and from there we bumped another five miles on dirt road to a turn-off that made the dirt road look like a three-lane freeway. Orion played Russian Roulette with the potholes as we barreled down the muddy road. Every watery hole threatened to swallow the entire car. I grabbed onto the oh-s**t handle above my car door and hung on for dear life as we bounced our way down the muddy lane.
“Are we even in Oz anymore?” I quipped.
Orion smiled. “You’ll know if we ever leave the Hollow.”
The not-highway to hell lasted for some five miles before we reached the end of the road. The lane opened to a large, circular meadow. The area was alive with campfires ringed with large stones. Wide-mouthed cauldrons hung over the fires and spewed fort
