Forty: Traps

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"I think I hate you," Valik shouted at me, making me laugh and bend backwards to be able to see him high in the pine tree. "Hate me all you want, just find me that mushroom!" I called back, turning back to the fallen moss-covered trees I was searching. We were half an hour out of town, and a spike of pride filled me when I'd proven Adam right. We didn't have green toadstool in the town or the lake that sat on the mountain behind the Packhouse. Valik and Bev had spent half the day searching for them but came back defeated, unable to pick up the scent. Tahlia had helped me find an old map she'd picked up from a town in Everand on holidays years back. It was an old Witches map of Partos, showing concealed locations of certain ingredients. Thankfully this map had what we needed, showi

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