I hauled myself out of the swampy water and onto the patch
of damp earth; it squished beneath me. I lay still, gasping for air for some
minutes. When I was breathing normally again, I forced myself to my feet and
looked around.
The old crone hadn’t lied. There was a small hut built
from the detritus filling the swamp. My suspicion that it belonged to the thing
I had come to see was confirmed when I realized it was sitting and staring at
me, giant eyes glowed and glowered at me from the black interior of the cramped
structure.
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