He stood at the edge of the clearing just before dawn, where mist curled like a silver shawl through the trunks of pine and oak. The village lay quiet behind him — thatched roofs sleeping, a single dim lamp still burning in the verandah of the elder’s house — while ahead, the ridge rolled away into a landscape embroidered with terraces and scattered bamboo clumps. In his palm rested the puitling, slim and cool, its polished wood humming faintly with the memory of generations who had spoken their oaths, songs, and secrets into its belly.
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