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A heavy silence settled inside the wagon, thick and expectant, broken only by the steady creak of the wheels and the rustle of leaves as we passed beneath the first gnarled boughs of the Apple Forest. We were all waiting, our attention fixed on Gale, who sat cross-legged in the center of the wagon floor, his small form unusually still.
As the dappled sunlight of the forest floor began to dance across our faces, Gale finally spoke, his voice flat. "Do you ...
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