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Gideon nods. "I feel like there might be some where I found the axe," she says. And, in fact, there is one—it's slightly haphazardly put away amongst a number of other tools, only some of which Gideon recognizes, in a big shed next to a weird round structure made of bricks and clay. "Yoink," mutters Gideon as she takes it. She'll return it. Probably. Whatever; this person's loss is her gain.