358 days after a wizard cursed the REALM…
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Wordler 358 set out along the west road through farm country. It didn't take long before she found her immediate predecessor splashing around in a pond. Wordler 357 was having a grand old time with the frogs and ducks, and most especially the GOOSE that had provided yesterday's word.
"Join me," 357 called.
"I wish I could," said 358, admiring the fun her friend seemed to be having. "But I have responsibilities. A new word isn't going to find itself."
"The water is warm today. Drift on it and your cares will sail away. You may even find your word here, like I did."
358 was doubtful, but she took off a shoe and dipped a single toe into the pond.
Something about the water made her Wordle senses tingle. Perhaps her friend was right. Perhaps if she swam out into it, the new word really would present itself...
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