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... ant, larger than a city, was puffing its cheeks with a mouthful of water, staring down at the ground.
After days of this same moody weather, Enkrid almost wished it would just pour already.
He struck a flint to light the lamp.
Clack-clack— Twice the spark flashed, and soon a small flame bloomed on the lamp’s wick, casting light around the sparse room.
There was no fireplace. Just a table beside the bed and a single wardrobe that held clothes and other necessities. ...
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