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Gylar smiled and nodded.
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"I went with Lutha. I knew she wasn't supposed to go in
there. Mom had told me about the evil in the new marsh,
and Lutha's parents had told the same thing to her. But
Lutha wasn't afraid. You see, there was something we'd put
in an old tree before the marsh came, before the Cataclysm
and Mount Phineous. A couple of necklaces we made out of
leather and wooden disks." Gylar's mouth became a straight
line, and his brow furrowed.
The warm fire popped and crackled, illuminating
Marakion's intent face and the makeshift bandages that he
was wrapping slowly around his middle.
Gylar sighed and continued, "She was always doing
stuff like that. Anyway, the marsh wasn't really scary, just
wet and mucky. The only thing that happened was that
Lutha fell down in the water once.
"But Mom was real mad when I got back. She knew
where we'd been. I guess the smell of the marsh and my
wet boots gave us away. Anyway, I snuck out of the house
later, when Mom was down at the stream washing and Dad
was chopping wood. I went to see Lutha.
"I didn't knock at the door, because her parents were
probably just as mad at her as mine were at me. Instead, I
went around back and looked in the bedroom window.
Lutha was in there and she was shivering real bad. And her
face was real red. That was the first time I saw the sickness
on somebody. Lutha was the first. . . ."
Gylar tossed a twig into the fire. "I didn't see Lutha
again
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