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... wolf meat strung from a bent iron rod just above the false lid. Flies circled it, lazy and low. The meat sagged slightly but was still untouched.
Still intact. No curious nose had poked it. He relaxed. Just slightly. Zephyr veered around the trap, brushed a gnat from his cheek, and walked a little farther, until the pull in his bladder demanded release.
Behind a jagged thorn-slab rock, he answered nature’s call, then by old habit—scooped a handful of cold ash from a nearby pile ...
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