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Then the dry summer came. Water in the marshsunk like a dying coin and reedbeds browned to brittle lace. Animals moved away in search of life; the village grew thinner. One evening, word reached the willow that the stream at the headwater had run nearly dry. If it stopped entirely, the marsh would die and with it the rhythms that sustained Dill’s transformations. No creature could morph in a place that forgot how to sing.

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