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Jackals

"Are you tired, shines-in-the-sun? Are you a little calf, that you cannot run with us in the sand?" Three wiry bodies bent to peer into my face. One gave a warm snuff in my ear. Another lapped at the sweat on my throat. For my part, I continued breathing....

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