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... ed wet. The menhirs fell behind like old teeth.
Han set the pace with two taps on the glass. The team matched his rhythm. Dust rose and settled on his count.
Five merchants kept near, their coaches bright as coins. Drivers traded soft curses and smiled when no one looked. Denver held the line while Han watched the road and the brush.
"Save your breath for hills," Han said through the window. "The forest takes payment in silence and in care. Anyone who pays with noise pays ...
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