March-Stalkers Mighty: 4/22

Passus II: Pes sinister.

He walked until his thoughts were quiet, just the murmur of the wild marches and the wuthering of the wind around the rocky heights to keep him company. Sticking to the good paths, the well-trodden ones, where there might be monsters but at least there wouldn’t be any old spells or traps from who-knows-when just lying around to snag his feet. Just the long ribbon of the path ahead and behind, uncurling, merging and splitting and vanishing and reappearing under the steady thud of his feet.

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