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- Wait! I yelled, panting and gasping for air.

Red Beam stopped, calmly turning his only eye to me. He tilted his head, smiling indulgently.

- Out of breath, boy? - He asked and immediately waved his hand. - Let's go to. Left a little.

We've been walking since the rain stopped. Until the sun sank on the pink horizon. We walked among the trees, among the grass and bushes, trampling the ground, soaked from the weather. And now we have to go...

When the need to knead the dirt disappeared, Beam and I found ourselves among a pile of stones. Very similar to the wreckage of a building, they lay on top of each other, bristling sharp corners, protecting themselves from the outside world.

In the place that surrounded the stones, there was a habitable place for the camp. The outlines of a repeatedly burned fire, small debris like rags, cigarette butts, bones of small animals.

Beam sat down on one of the stones, stretching his legs and exhaling with undisguised contentment. I froze nearby, lookin