It is early morning. Mist still hangs over the river valley. A small tribe is slowly waking. The fire from the night still smoulders under the ash. The elders sit quietly, the women begin to prepare their tools for gathering plants, a few hunters sharpen their spearheads. The day looks set to be like many others. Calm, predictable.
But not for everyone.
At the edge of the camp there are a few people who have been awake for a long time. One of them circles the camp as if he cannot stay in one place. He stops, looks towards the forest, listens
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