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Elias was about to shout again, but the head Engineer knelt down. He traced Tania’s lines with his finger. He pulled out his blueprint and laid it on the ground. The two did not match.

Tania began to walk. Slowly, deliberately, she moved her snout in a line, tracing a curve across the ground. She was not rooting for food. She was drawing. The creatures watched as her snout carved a shallow, winding path through the dry leaves and loose dirt. It was the path of the old stream—not the straight, dead line on the blueprint, but the living, breathing curve that had watered the valley for a thousand years. tania mata a leitoa

Elias’s first act was to bring in the Engineers. They wore hard boots and carried rolled-up blueprints. They walked across the valley with heavy, indifferent steps, talking of concrete channels and straight-line fences. The animals watched in horror as the Engineers drove stakes into the soft earth—stakes that marked where the old pond would be filled, where the weeping willow would be felled, where the winding stream would be straightened into a soulless ditch. Elias was about to shout again, but the