The Crocodiles at the River Crossing
The great river was not merely a source of life; it was a boundary, a barrier, and a funnel. At the narrowest point, where the banks drew close and the water ran shallow enough for the desperate to attempt passage, lay the River Crossing. And here, half-submerged in the sluggish, muddy water, their eyes just above the surface, lurked the Crocodiles. These were the Crocodiles at the River...
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