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Illya lay in his hammock, listening to the sounds of the jungle, and not letting the night songs of the frogs make him drift off. Now and again there was the howl of a monkey, but suddenly the jungle grew ominously silent.

Illya lay in his hammock, listening to the sounds of the jungle, and not letting the night songs of the frogs make him drift off. Now and again there was the howl of a monkey, but suddenly the jungle grew ominously silent.
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