Deepwood Weald to cut away the mountains i've made

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There was nowhere left to go, nowhere left to run. Panic crept up my throat as I ran into yet another dead end, and realized he had led me here. Turning around, I found him...

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The silence between them had deepened as the boy unearth a smile from a battered crypt that Moath had no idea wasn’t meant to be opened, let alone freed. But it was there- and the giant knew not whether to leave now or stay. But he stayed. He had nothing else to do but wander, regardless. His Mother has gone off to intermingle with more of the Family, and this Moath had no incentive. In Home, there was no one to kill, as they were all Blood. Family. 

In a place where he was meant to be, the murderer had nowhere to go. 

So in all retrospect, all he could do was follow Marruz around. The mountain of carnage sat before the youth, almost expecting something in those near imperceptible eyes. 
What would they get into, together?

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And in silence, he waited.

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