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... ungful of water, and made my way along the coast toward the village. I didn’t need to feign fatigue or hunger.
Wartime isn’t the best time for a foreigner, even a young and unarmed one. Their shouts were less of welcome, and more to alert their neighbors. The whole village was a dozen houses, a warehouse, and some manner of irrigation thing from inland that provided the village with fresh water from further up the river.
“You! Stop there, or we’ll gut you like a fish!” an old lad ...
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