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Chapter 8-2
Roland stumbled into Magnus’s back just as they approached the forest of thorny vines. “Easy.” Magnus put a steadying hand on Roland’s arm. “Are you unwell?” He shook his head. “No, just a little dizzy. Or I was for a moment. It’s gone now.” Magnus continued to stare at him, dark and intense until Roland was tempted to squirm under the scrutiny. “Truly, I am well.” “Let us move forward.” Magnus turned his back on Roland once more as they continued the few feet to the beginning of the forest. They’d left Magnus’s horse a few hundred yards back as he would be unable to go through the vines. In truth, Roland did not know how they would. Though it was called a forest, it was made up of only vines covered in thorns, black wicked looking thorns so thick and ominous Roland thought they were
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