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Heill, stranger. Something on the... Are asked, stopping just short of a full sentence. Jaw left dangling as he had never seen the barrier this close before. Another fruitless round of snares and traps had pushed him to new grounds. Grounds he knew better than to tread, but caution was all but thrown to the wind. Searching for a feeling, anything beyond the slowly sinking pit of despair and powerlessness.
Even though that sinking feeling had him by the ankles, the jovial tone of his voice did not skip one beat."Anything on the horizon?" he finally managed to finish his sentence, for a moment lost to a feeling of light pressure. As if his temples where being pushed by soft hands.
Even though that sinking feeling had him by the ankles, the jovial tone of his voice did not skip one beat."Anything on the horizon?" he finally managed to finish his sentence, for a moment lost to a feeling of light pressure. As if his temples where being pushed by soft hands.
