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For my brother Enak-do on his tenth birthday.
Your brother, Ezzag.
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Once, in the long-ago time, the people were content to live in the forests and hunt on the plains. They fed and ate and mated, and all was good—but it was also simple. The people saw the two-legs, sometimes, and knew they could do so much more if they could reach the skies.
Then, one day, a wise old monk came to the people. She said her name was Azurah. She had been watching the people, she said, and had decided to give them a gift. A special kind of candy, she said.