Felltree Marsh [m] alive!

Sorry Dagur In the aftermath he felt hollow.

On trembling limbs he stumbled away from Dagur, unable to look at him now. His gaze was distant, breaths hitching as if he might burst into loud tears any moment. Instead Tybault turned away. He said nothing.

Disgust quivered through every raw inch of him. He felt stripped of his skin; exposed down to his ugly twisted innards. Now look what you've done, the breeze seemed to taunt, stinging against cold muddy flanks. You know what that means, the trees seemed to leer. You'll never be clean again. Was that his own voice? He couldn't tell anymore.

Tybault did not look back.

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