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... . One could hardly tell the difference between one's sweat and the humid air. You were always tripping over roots and stones as you walked. Sometimes it took a light spell to keep going in the darker places of the wood.
And to make matters worse, Jehair slowed their progress. She kept gathering herbs now and then. William supposed they had moved very quickly before now.
It was like Seathorius, but there was no real magic to the place, save for the subtle, everyday kind. The gnoll ...
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