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... was slick and smooth, and the interior of his cocoon was warm and comfortable, making him feel extremely cozy.
Last night, he had a dream. About the past. It didn't seem to be a pleasant one. He was born in the north, during years of famine compounded by war. The fields bore no crops, and whatever grew was consumed by locusts. People ate everything they could find, eventually resorting to chewing on grass roots and stripping bark from trees, with not a hint of greenery in sight. The rive ...
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