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The dreams started a few months ago,” he said. “Dreams of fields. Fields of grapes and olives, which is weird enough. I’m not even sure if I knew how olives grow, but in the dream, I knew that’s what they were. I--”
“Daniel?” Sam’s voice.
We could hear all three of them tramping through the bushes. Kenjii got up, growling.
“You tell them, girl,” Daniel muttered. “No rest for the weary.”
“No,” I said. “No rest for the endangered.
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