The chirps of crickets echo against the walls of the small cave you’re hidden in. The bottom hem of your clothes and shoes are lined with mud from running through the damp forest, fleeing from the attack. The moon offers little light, leaving you and Sen to your instincts to navigate safely. It’s cold and damp, Sen sits just at the mouth of the cave on alert. After a few moments, he looks back. Okay. He whispers beneath his breath. We weren’t followed. We’ll rest here for a little while.
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