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... d a faint bite in the mornings now, and the wind from the northern ridge had begun to whistle through the valley in sharper breaths.
Leaves rustled. Birds flew lower. Even the beasts in the forest moved differently, storing fat and strengthening their dens.
The males of the village grew busier each day.
Some prepared tools.
Some reinforced homes.
Some dug new storage pits.
And many...far too many...lined up eagerly for the most important task:
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