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... of concern and curiosity. My comrade stood alone outside his resting area, his fist repeatedly colliding with the sturdy bark of an aged tree as the moonlight waned overhead.
His hand, swathed in a white material called gauze, bore the marks of his exertion; once pristine, it now bore the stains of toil and blood.
Fluttering closer, I was drawn by an inexplicable need to understand his actions.
To an untrained eye, it might seem a dance of folly, a deliberate pursuit of p ...
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