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Swept Away
The smell just got worse.
Normally, after a few minutes trudging along surrounded by the twin noxious odors that seemed to permeate this land, Julian's nostrils would have become used to the scent and he would have noticed it less. But not here, in this place. For whatever reason—and he was sure that reason had a name that rhymed with Feirhard—the odor, if anything, became stronger.
The broken and blasted landscape continued to descend from the hilltop they started atop, and though they often had to change course to avoid a yawning crevasse or a collection of boulders, or some other obstacle, Julian and Tolburt made decent time.
Or they would have, if they had an actual target to aim toward. But since they were, once again, just walking, their progress was lost on Jul
