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... to you. One minute there were sensible shrubs and a path that believed in directions. The next turn there were curtains of vine, tricks of shade, and the soft theater of leaves applauding their own secrets. John slipped under the first drape of liana, Fizz at shoulder height, lantern-bright and very pleased with his own stealth.
"We move like librarians," Fizz whispered. "Silent. Judging."
"Eyes first," John said. "Feet second. Hands only when we already know the answer."
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