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***Somewhere in Wyoming***
A mourning dove flitted down to a branch and paused for a moment to scan the forest floor and nearby trees for tasty seeds.
Something was wrong. The bird didnt really have the words to describe it, but something about the forest had feltoff over the last few months. The dove had unknowingly been herded further and further west as its instincts, honed over millions of years, warned the bird that it was being hunted.
It didnt see a predatorb ...
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