Sabae stopped walking and pointed at something, looking bizarrely enraged, and the rest of them all turned to look. There, waddling past the base of one of the rare, non-mulberry trees in the forest— a pine of some sort— was a possum. “That,” Sabae said, “is utter kraken crap. You’ve all been hauling that one possum around with you just to mess with me, haven’t you? There’s no way those things live on Anastis and Apoptis and Kemetrias.” Laughing, the others denied any involvement, while the possum gave them a confused look and waddled away in a hurry. Well, as much of a hurry as a possum could
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