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... eing a forest.
At some point, the trees had blurred into silhouettes, smears of shadow against an unending grey dusk. Hunger clawed at his throat until it felt like someone had stuffed gravel down it. His ribs ached like each step was peeling them inward, and his legs had long stopped feeling like legs. They were just two trembling sticks he bullied forward through mud, roots, and cold patches of night air.
He’d been lost for... what?
Hours? Days?
Time moved diffe ...
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