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Chirp chirp.
Chirp chirp.
Chirp chirp.
Shaman sat on a rock, bringing his legs together and lightly placing both feet on a well-polished bone to keep it from moving.
His hands gripped the ends of a hand-pressed drill on a wooden board, pressing down, lifting, pressing down again, and lifting. With his movements, the stone drill fixed on the drilling rod would rotate rapidly.
Then came the sound of "chirp chirp."
Underneath the stone drill, ...
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