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... ffling as Carcoatl turned a quarter-way to face him, a few pebbles tossed away by his dragged robes, drumming sharp and clear before waning into echoes along the mountain's slope. Oscar didn't respond, watching the two suns leaving high noon and beginning their long trek toward the horizon. The Snail's shut eyes still locked on him, expecting an answer. Question after question, so many others wanted answers, but why did he have to reply? Oscar grasped his knees, the bones creaking under the pres ...
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