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Heat #86


And soon I would be part of it.
It could have been seconds, it could have been hours. I had no idea of time, but eventually I crawled on my knees to the base of the oak and squirmed my way into the tangle of broken wood. It was hard, the branches were heavy and initially I felt too weak to move them, but Lastwailing Wood fed my arms and my back and slowly but surely I got into the middle of the pile.
The weight of the wood was crushing and no light found its way through the hoard.

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    Neville Hunt about 1 year ago

    You'd better strike a light then mate!

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