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... stop to rest. His bare feet were sore and bruised from stepping on fallen branches and countless twigs. There were many bushes in the area, especially where the light broke through the upper canopy. After wading through dozens of sprawling thickets, both he and his uncle were covered in tiny cuts and scratches.
Every time they had forced their way through a fresh wall of bushes, Alistar had clutched at his secret pocket to make sure that his dirty clothing didn't snag and tear open. The ...
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