The exhilaration that Pa-mi had felt earlier had dissipated. Something was wrong. Something indefinable; it gnawed at his bowels. There was a premonition of-bad fortune-no, danger. Yes, that's what it was: Danger At that moment, he felt his foot touch a soft spot in the narrow path, and before he could step back onto firm ground he was slipping on his back down the steep rock-covered slope. Shaman Pa-mi is one of the Kopu, a small tribe...
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