The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon.
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Out of the firelight everything was black and silver black island rocks and trees carved cleanly out of the sky and silver river with a flashing light rippling back and forth along the lip of the fall.
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