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... he horizon, and the young world yawned in slow rhythms of wind and bird-song. Madam X and her companion walked through it like a pair of intruders in a painting — one with a cigar and an attitude, the other with bare feet and impossible patience.
They made their way across the hills, following the trails of wildflowers, the whispering of the river, and the faint scent of distant pine. They moved without speaking, their feet crunching on grass that closed behind their footsteps as if poli ...
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