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One day Saul finds a puppy. It’s a naturally formed puppy — it’s growing out of an eolith, and its body hasn’t decided whether it wants to be one wolf or three wolves yet. It has three heads and it is drooling acid. It is struggling to break itself loose from the rock. It looks very hungry, as puppies often do while they are being born.

Saul walks closer. The puppy yaps at him.

“Oh, come on,” says Saul.

The puppy glints its eyes at him. It snaps at the air.

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