Day 2
My heart refused to calm, but my feet moved me forward—almost without my permission.
I couldn’t see the source of the ash itself and felt no heat, but my throat burned from more than just the exertion of the climb.
I cursed the darkness as my foot caught on a root and I stumbled. My arms flailed out in front of me, and a managed to keep my footing—only just.
I scrabbled past the rough patch and dug a light out of my pocket, because I was foolish to rely on my feeble human eyes in such treacherous terrain.
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