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She smiled and withdrew the mahogany drum, Salawa’s last parting gift. ‘You are the fire of my heart, and the beat of my drum,’ she whispered the vow to the forest. ‘I am yours, Chieftain Salawa, under moonlight. Until the rhythm sings no more.’
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