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Wilt trudged along the path slowly, struggling to peer through the dim light that filtered to ground level through the rows upon rows of branches and leaves high above. The soldier was only three metres ahead, but was barely visible. The man’s cloak was little more than a shadow that swung in and out of focus as they made their way along the thin forest trail, deeper into the Tangle.
No wonder these guards have been seeing things.
Wilt grunted at Higgs’s words and ducked as a low branch suddenly loomed into view through the fog. The man in front hadn’t called out a warning; there was hardly any noise at all, just the dull thump of heavy boots on the damp forest floor. Even the birds had fallen silent.
Unnatural. A forest shouldn’t be this quiet.
It was never like this for us, was i
