When the morrith trees started to thin and I no longer had to stoop and crawl, I nearly started weeping with relief. I’d been travelling through the Morrithwood for nearly five days, and all that was left of the rations for the journey there were a few scraps of deer jerky I’d been putting off eating.
The Mythic Circle: Vol. 2016
, Article 3.
Available at: https://dc.swosu.edu/mcircle/vol2016/iss38/3
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