I rolled my foot on a round protrusion hidden beneath the
long strands of black grass and fell to my hands and knees. I was struck by how
familiar the texture was, but couldn’t place what it was.
The wind picked up, sending the smooth fibers swirling
around me. A clump made it into my mouth. I spit it out with mild disgust.
As I stood, I felt something tugging my leg. Assuming it
was some stray strands, I ignored it. When Garm screamed, I looked down. The
black strands clinging to my leg were attached to a rotting head.
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