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. Not a bad idea, I
decided, as I hurried out into the garden.
Here the aromas were even stronger, the flowers, mostly in bloom, a
fantastic canopy of colors as I noshed among them. I found myself panting
after a short while, but I jogged on nevertheless. Luke was heavy, but I
wanted to put as much distance as I could between ourselves and the cave.
Considering how fast our pursuer could move, I wasn't sure there was
sufficient time to fool with a Trump yet.
As I hurried along I began feeling somewhat woozy, and my extremities
seemed extremely distant. It occurred to me immediately that the flower
smells might be a bit narcotic. Great. That was all I needed, to get caught
up in a drug high while trying to bring Luke back from one. , I could make
out a sill, slightly elevated clearing in the distance, though, and I headed
for it. Hopefully, we could rest there for a bit while I regained my mental
footing and decided what to do next. So far, I could detect no sounds of
pursuit.
Rushing on, I could feel myself beginning to reel. My equilibrium was
becoming impaired. I suddenly felt a fear of falling, almost akin to
acrophobia. For it occurred to me that if I fell I might not be able to rise
again, that I might suжcumb to a drugged sleep and be discovered and
dispatched by the creature of Chaos while I dozed
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