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Torrent looked down. A shard of glass — someone's beer bottle — had sliced his foot. In the stale pond water, the cut festered.

"Please," the fox whispered — for in the old tongue, all animals could speak to the old ones. "Please, water-spirit. I'm trapped. And thirsty." raus aus dem teich torrent

"There. Now go."

Torrent turned his back. But that night, as he lay half-submerged in water barely covering his knees, a sound came from the eastern bank: a soft, desperate whimper. Torrent looked down