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Chapter twelve
Chapter twelve Through the Snarly Hills“Hold on a moment, Seg,” I said, and halted on the forest slope to catch a breath. “My lungs are on fire, and my side burns.” Seg stopped to look back. Some of the others took the opportunity to halt in a straggly line between the trees under the dim green light. Seg didn’t believe me. “It’s all uphill and down my old dom, I know. But—?” Strom Ornol bustled up. His pale face looked greenish in the light and — was that a flush of color along the cheekbones? Possible, although unlikely... “What are you lollygagging about for? Come on, come on!” Skort the Clawsang passed me, his bulging knapsack just about finding room between me and the tree I leaned against. I had to pull back to let him pass. His skull face turned toward me, but he said nothing.
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