FABLE
We've lived on the edge of the park my whole life, and I used to know it like the back of my hand.
Since the accident, I haven't visited even once.
After I've been riding for almost half an hour, I hop off my rusty old BMX and pull Felix's note out of my pocket.
Unfolding it, I study it for the hundredth time.
I still can't believe he drew me a map.
Two lines intersect at a 45-degree angle. One is labeled 'Wildwood', the other, 'Chestnut'. There's a big X where they meet.
And at the bottom of the map, in an elegant scrawl which I immediately recognize as Felix's handwriting, are the words 'Look up and follow the silver fox.'
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