As Emma topped the hill she had been working to climb, her stomach dropped. Before her was a winding river, as beautiful and wide as the Nile. Further down river it was apparent that the river dropped off a cliff, creating a cascading waterfall. What was even more strange was that there were people on this river, paddling boats from one side to the other, like water taxis. Other boats were obviously for fishing or entertainment. What a pain it must be to keep the boats from falling over the waterfall like a toy tugboat being flushed down the toilet. Emma could hear nothing. Not the waterfall crashing so close by, not the people talking a chattering to one another, not the birds she so recently enjoyed listening to. What was happening, and why had so many things changed with the one step it took to top the hill? Emma confidently began walking up to one of the boat people. If she anything good was going to become of this situation, she had to make it.
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