The journey back from the plateau felt lighter than the climb that had brought them there. Celestino Amaral walked at the front, the walking stick still in his hand, but his heart no longer beat with restless hunger. For the first time, he felt complete. Behind him, Domingos Soares filled the silence with half-serious songs about heroic fools who outwitted trees and outdanced shadows. Rafael Belo laughed so hard he nearly stumbled into a stream, while Mateus Guterres trudged carefully, muttering about how to record every detail before memory faded.
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