John 44 Centerline Road Gripping the spear near its rakelike attachment, the Amina Princess sloshed through the marshy salt pond and sped up the narrow dirt path, each step increasing her distance from the Brown Bay ruins. The amulet swung from her neck as she ran, the shiny metal disc pumping its strength through her veins. Her feet skimmed effortlessly past the sharp ledges of rock that cut across the trail. She leapt over a fallen tree, her body lifting into the air like a gazelle. Her lungs filled with the island’s moist air; she could go on like this for days—now that she had been reunited with her beloved medallion. She reached the clearing at the crest of the hill, and the sun’s bending rays blessed her curly wigged head. The wilderness of this once fearsome place was now her ally. Her bleary world had suddenly become clear and distinct. She knew what she must do next. Nothing could stop her from completing her next task. The Princess paused to change out of her costume, exchanging the wig, beaded bodice, and sarong for her blue jeans and T-shirt.
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