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... ara from behind those trees was the specific kind that made birds go quiet.
Then silence.
Then the forest resumed itself — the birds recalibrating, the insects picking up where they’d left off — with the total indifference of an ecosystem that had been processing louder events than this since before any of them existed.
The five of them stood in the undergrowth.
Nobody moved.
Then, from between the trees: rustling. The specific, deliberate rustling of clot ...
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