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... en the air was wet and the road had tried to eat them twice in one day.
The elder capybara watched the pouch of gold Joji had set down, then gave a pleased little hum and began clapping his hands.
It was not applause. It was a signal. From between the huts, a capybara man rose from his work and ambled over, calm as if he had been waiting for this exact sound.
He bowed, palm to chest, then pointed down a dim path where reeds parted like a curtain.
Joji caught the m ...
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