Tree Thieves
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Up ahead, in the thick, tumbling derangement of jungle, someone was sawing. Noah heard it first: a dry sound filing at the hot, wet air. He stopped and glanced behind him down the trail. His father hadn't heard it. He was too caught up in talking to Noah's brother, as usual.
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