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Wiping the thick, foul smelling blood of the beast away off your weapon and onto a clump of grass, you take a look over at your fallen enemy. A strange sight confronts you. It troubles you that even without the wounds you inflicted, the creature looks as if it has been
dead for many months. Deciding that you don’t want to wait to see what other horrors are lurking in the trees, you carry on along the dirt path. You are happy to find yourself back in the warming dusk light at the other side of the small wood, go to 6.