Patrina stumbled through the forest, her lungs burning with each ragged breath. The torch in her hand cast wild, dancing shadows across the ancient trees, but did little to illuminate the path ahead. She'd been running for hours. The sack bounced against her back, containing the few provisions she'd managed to steal: bread, dried meat, a water skin, and a crude map drawn from memory.The ground beneath her feet grew softer, wetter. The dense forest thinned, revealing an expanse of marshland stretching into darkness. Patrina paused at the boundary, holding her torch higher. Mist curled around stunted trees and glimmering pools. Bioluminescent insects or perhaps something more magical, winked in the distance like false stars."This has to be the marsh the dwarves went through before Limdrion," she murmured to herself, recalling descriptions from the geography texts she'd studied.The collar at her throat seemed to tighten, a phantom sensation that made her fingers rise to touch the smoo
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