Zav lay face buried in the dried grass, water gurgling and sloshing in the near distance as a cold wind blew around his bare feet. His body was aching and he knew he had to get up and return to camp fast to clean out his cuts and wounds to prevent worse. The rest of the group was moving scattered close by, confused and disoriented as he was. One moment the burial chamber they had been lured to was closed off from the outside, the next he had lost his footing, falling scrambling towards the ragged outline of the stony chamber wall.
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The Hag
