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Six-Fingered’s fate was decided for him from the very moment he was born with six fingers on his hands. A child could not become a warrior with such a deformity, so if he survived, he would become a shaman.
Six-Fingered became a shaman. The tribespeople believed that the more grotesque a shaman's appearance, the more spiritual power they possessed, making his deformity an advantage rather than a disadvantage in the shamanic world.
Splat, splat.
Six-Fingered smeared a mixture of insect corpses, four-legged animal blood, and charcoal dust onto his face, painting it black.
“Huuup.”
He took a deep breath and grabbed his staff. The sound of bone fragments clattering echoed.
Six-Fingered was summoned by the chiefs. Divining before making important decisions was an ancient tradition based on the belief that humans must not go against the will of the heavens. Those who did would only face disaster and misfortune.
‘We must return to our homeland.’
As he stepped out of the tent, Six-Fingered looked westward where the Sky Mountains were no longer visible.
‘We have come too far.’
They should not have crossed the Sky Mountains. Violating the taboo...
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