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    His own brothers weren’t particularly interested, and neither are his cousins. After all, the practice took up much of their time. Arjun moved towards the sound. He couldn’t describe how the flute sounded exactly. It was an oxymoron in itself. It wasn’t cold, though it caused shivering. It wasn’t hot, yet it burned. Though it wasn’t a weapon, it cut. He made his way through the thick trees and at last found a clearing.

    He was met by the back of a boy. No less young, maybe older even. He sat on a horizontal log, growing moss and mushrooms, and was facing the river. He wore a simple yellow dhoti and had a peacock feather tucked messily in his curly hair. Arjun took a few moments to think of what to say. Unfortunately, in the middle of it, he adjusted his foot, and the stick under his foot creaked under tension. Making a sound.

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    Arjun injures a deer, and it leads to making a friend.

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