Shallow was her breathing as the swarthy southener marched on farther through the North Downs. The air was chilly here, and she did not like it. She cursed; She hated the cold, and she hated extreme weather. But as she gazed upon the threshold, she felt a cold chill run down her spine. The thousands of white dead trees, littered lifelessly upon a barren green grass that could not feel lush, swayed erronously in the Moonlight of Ithil. She could hear screeching and wailing from bats, and there was howling from wolves somewhere: The perfect cemetary setting.
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