The Chronicles of Oranthe: Magyck Lost

Chapter 4: Escaping By The Skin of Their Teeth

Once my bloody hands released the last branchlet I had been desperately clinging to, the spell took complete control of my body and marched me briskly out of the copse. With clenched stomach and quivering muscles, I zombie-walked toward the woman standing about ninety meters away on the ridge ahead of me.

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