Kagi pours some whiskey into the firepit and strikes a flame onto the coals with some flint, patting the furs next to him. "This is an old story, my Papa tells me, back from before the Ticanee met the Firans, back, way way back, to the oldest of times, when animals could talk, and people weren't here yet. This is the story of how Beaver got his
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