Venison 1
Faran
Skrachk. The ugly sound might have come from a dead branch breaking nearby in the deep holt. Faran kept walking, only slightly alerted. Another few steps, and he emerged from the dank Britonic forest into bright early-Autumn afternoon. An unanticipated grassy mead angled up ahead of him toward the log wall of a palisade. Then more sounds—a…
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