The water trickled down his neck as Iorg slogged through the mud. He rubbed his hands together to try to get some feeling in them and then lost his balance, falling face-first into a slimy, sewage-infested pool.
"Iorg and the Dancing Sword,"
The Mythic Circle: Vol. 1992:
14, Article 6.
Available at: https://dc.swosu.edu/mcircle/vol1992/iss14/6
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