The flowers release their sweet scent as Susan brushes her fingers over them. The sunshine floods over the meadows like gold made liquid, or light. Ahead of them, over the crest of the next hill, a deeper, tawnier gold flashes. Caspian looks, eagerly, but nothing can be seen aside from another green, flower-bedecked hilltop.
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The flowers release their sweet scent as Susan brushes her fingers over them. The sunshine floods over the meadows like gold made liquid, or light. Ahead of them, over the crest of the next hill, a deeper, tawnier gold flashes. Caspian looks, eagerly, but nothing can be seen aside from another green, flower-bedecked hilltop.