Powdery snow fell from the upper walls and sparkled down through the rainbows above and covered them with a fine, wet dust. They followed the rainbows all the way back to the great glimmering tree. Oliver stopped dead in his tracks. Celia bumped into him from behind. “Oof,” she grunted. “Not oof,” said Oliver. “Odd.” “Good to see you again,” said the enigmatic one-eyed mailman. Odd was crouched on the ground, feeding cheese puffs to the buck-toothed white squirrel. He stood and brushed the long hair back from his face, studying the twins through his good eye. “You two look a mess,” he said. “I guess you met old Nidhogg.” “You knew there’d be a dragon!” Celia shouted. “Like, a real, giant, lizard-faced, needle-toothed, gold-loving dragon!” Oliver added. “And you left us here alone anyway!” Celia marched right up to look him directly in the face, although, given his height, she was actually looking directly into his chest.
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