Green walls closed in around us. Branches grabbed at our sleeves, wicked thorns scratched our hands, and our f

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Green walls closed in around us. Branches grabbed at our sleeves, wicked thorns scratched our hands, and our faces burned with acidic sap. Roots tangled our feet, and our blood fell on the leaves, but with great effort we broke away at last from the grasping green.

Green walls closed in around us. Branches grabbed at our sleeves, wicked thorns… — Kingmaker