The Rolling Lands had two great lakes, one salt water, the other fresh. Both five hundreds meter across and around, the water was always still. An intrepid Spanish explorer discovered the salt water lake and named her La Rocca. He was devoured by native cannibals during a later campaign. The fresh water lake, Lake Victor, was named after a spell-casting prophet who disappeared during a flood, a very long time ago. I have fished for crab on Lake Victor, monstrous blood-orange spider crabs, with eight pincers and poisonous fangs, whose meat turns your teeth pink (as blood) and tastes very good. I stick my longest long finger into the back of my throat and vomit my breakfast omelette. I kneel down to search its contents. Yes, I knew it. Amidst the neon yellow bile and egg chunks, alongside the tomato, mushroom and cheese cheese is the tracking device, no bigger than your fingernail.
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