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"What's wrong?" Smith asked Kaz as he passed between road and treeline, ferrying deer corpses from one to the other. With each trip, more gore gathered on his hands and shirt. This he didn't mind. In a way, strangely enough, it was familiar. He imagined he was doing butcher's work.