Tuesday, 14 Apr 2015 | Views [377] | Comments [1] | Scholarship Entry
The mist enveloped the jungle in an ethereal haze, shrouding everything in a thick blanket of swirling, almost psychedelic, patterns. I floundered forwards. Oozing, liquid clay, the colour of gore, sucked at my ankles. I leant heavily on my staff, cut ... Read more >
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