The Only Remainder.Mature

Prologue.

   The waters below turned with a sickening swirl. They were black and murky, just like the edges of a poisoned, dead swamp. The clouds continued to roll in, getting darker, and more imminent as each moment passed by. Perhaps someone had pissed off Mother Nature, and this was her punishment for whatever had occurred. Whatever the reason, I didn't want to be here when the fury started.

   I stepped away from the edge of the cliff, and headed back to my horse. I had left her just behind the forest's edge so she wouldn't get spooked by the height of the cliff. A good five hundred yards high, at least, was sure to spook or intimidate anyone. It was time to take shelter from the storm, and continue my search a different day.

 

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