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Thesteadygazefromthosetwinklingeye-socketsencompassestheworldturtle,scullingthroughthedeepsofspace,carapacescarredbycometsandpittedbymeteors. OnedayevenGreatA’Tuinwilldie,Deathknows;now,thatwouldbeachallenge.
Butthefocusofhisgazedivesonwardstowardstheblue-greenmagnificenceoftheDiscitself,turningslowlyunderitstinyorbitingsun.
NowitcurvesawaytowardsthegreatmountainrangecalledtheRamtops.TheRamtopsarefullofdeepvalleysandunexpectedcragsandconsiderablymoregeographythantheyknowwhattodowith. Theyhavetheirownpeculiarweather,fullofshrapnelrainandwhiplashwindsandpermanentthunder-storms.Somepeoplesayit’sallbecausetheRamtopsarethehomeofold,wildmagic.Mindyou,somepeoplewillsayanything.
Deathblinks,adjustsfordepthofvision.Nowheseesthegrassycountryontheturnwiseslopesofthemountains.
Nowheseesaparticularhillside.
Nowheseesafield.
Nowheseesaboy,running.
Nowhewatches.
Now,inavoicelikeleadslabsbeingdroppedongranite,hesays: YES.
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Therewasnodoubtthattherewassomethingmagicalinthesoilofthathilly,brokenareawhich–becauseofthestrangetintthatitgavetothelocalflora–wasknownastheoctarinegrasscountry.
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