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Chapter 2 by Mouxine19 Mouxine19

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From the last steps of the civilized world to the unknown sea at the end of the world where no captain has ever sailed...

I will sing for you, Lord, the drums of Shamanka that roll and beat madly in the night, punctuating the step of the traveller who came to get lost in this wonderful world... The gesture of Melycinte the black wanderer.

The drums... The drums of Shamanka... You can hear them, day and night... You can hear them beating, invisible, struck by a black hand... A regular, deaf beat, like that of a powerful heart... A roll with fatal involvement, like a horrible mockery, like the laughter of the man-hyena... What do they tell these mysterious drums? Are they even saying anything?

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