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Wilt stood outside Nurtle’s hut and surveyed the scene laid out before him. Copring. It was small, smaller even than the ruined village he’d discovered in the Tangle. That thought brought another rushing to the forefront of his mind and he whirled around three hundred and sixty degrees. No wall of tall, silent trees stood guard around this village.
He was finally outside the Tangle. For the first time in days, perhaps weeks. The first time since leaving Redmondis.
He waited for an answering voice from inside his mind, from Higgs or Biore or even Delco, but there was nothing, only a strangely warm silence. As though the voices hadn’t left but were simply muted somehow.
He licked his lips, the strange taste of the drink Nurtle had fed him still lingering on his tongue. Had she drugged
