Cliffhanger
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Chapter One: The River The morning began, as most mornings did at Stillwater, with the river speaking. It spoke in a language Reed had known since he first learned to paddle: a steady, rolling voice of cool currents and bright, tiny silver scales that blinked like stars. It spoke in the slap of water against mossy stones, in the hush of reeds that bent and whispered secrets to one another, in the soft clucking of kingfishers returning to their nests. Reed listened with his whole body—the twitch of whiskers, the tilt of ears, the pressure of paws on the slick riverbank—and the river told him everything he needed to know for an ordinary day.
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