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The sound was wet, low, like someone knocking on the inside of a coffin. It came from the old keruing tree—the one struck by lightning the year her grandmother died.

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And Lina felt her name peel off her tongue, float into the air, and disappear into the bird's mouth. The forest went silent. No crickets. No wind. Just the slow, wet beat of wings lifting away.