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“Haggard and dishevelled, they marched through the night. The cold winds between the dense trees chilled them to the bone; they were not adequately dressed or prepared for this trek. Owls hooted, crows cawed, and bats flittered between the branches. The only sounds that pierced the cold night were the cracking of sticks and rustling of leaves beneath their feet, interspersed with the breaths of the ten; some light, some heavy, some strained.”
― Dan Hanly, The Great Leap: A Dark Medieval Fantasy Novel