As dusk fell, the area under the cliff grew darker faster, shaded by the trees.
No one was around, and a unusual peace emerged from the silence.
He Ping'an looked at the tinder box in the pile of fallen leaves. She picked it up and asked, "You were soaked through—does this still work?"
"The tinder box and flint were wrapped in oiled paper and placed in a bamboo tube, so they didn't get damp."
Gu Lanyin rolled up his sleeves, hung the fish on a branch, and bent down to start a fire.
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