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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
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. The dead were in no
hurry.
The light began to fade as the sun, hidden by clouds,
plunged closer toward its own death. Garrick eyed the huts
in this region. Unlike those he had passed shortly before,
these were more or less whole. Knowing them to be
contaminated, though, he could not bring himself to rest in
one. He dared not rest, anyway. Each moment was as
precious to him as if it were his last.
The woods came into view less than an hour later,
marking the beginning of the pass even before the great
ridges that stood to each side. Garrick blinked, rather
surprised that he had made it this far. That in itself was a
miracle. He gave thanks to Paladine and suddenly felt warm
all over.
The first trees were little more than stumps. This part
of the forest had been raped by the desperate villagers.
Panic had finally taken over at some point. To one side was
a small stack of firewood. A little farther, a tree stood with
its trunk chopped half through. Idly, Garrick wondered if
the woodsmen had fled because of plague or because of the
approaching horde.
Auron was hesitant to enter the woods and would do so
only after much persuasion. Garrick frowned. The warhorse
was not prone to hesitancy
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