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5676: Specter

The weather had taken a turn for the worst. She could feel it in the air; how the pressures shifted, the birds seemed to hush and wildlife on the islands became scarcely seen outside of thick wood. Lym had learned from her mother that it was wise to listen to her own senses. With the light down growing across her body, perhaps the wind chill wouldn’t be much of an issue–however, it wouldn’t hold well against the violent downpour rolling in on the breeze. ...