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Ebony-barked woods sat hunched over the river.
The wind carried the scent of meadowsweet and sunshine.
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Ebony-barked woods sat hunched over the river. The wind carried the scent of meadowsweet and sunshine.
And Percy is quite, quite lost.
Heβs not proud of the fact, not at all, but itβs kind of inescapable when heβs pretty sure heβs seen that exact same stone three times already today - he must be walking in circles. He knewΒ he shouldnβt have ventured off the path - yes, it means he avoids all the trading parties but paths exist for a reason.Β Heβd been taught that since he was old enough to understand, reminded of the importance of the Parchwood paths for keeping travellers safe versus the wildness of the forest that so necessitated the Grey Hunt.
But he isnβt in the Parchwoods now. There is no Grey Hunt anymore. There isnβt anyone but him - and heβs lost.
Quietly, carefully, precisely, Percy curses to himself.
