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                It was small, really. It could barely be called a campsite, let alone something suitable for a rebellion, even though it now consisted of 3 natives and a sacrifice. While she had no idea who two of them were, she recognized a former miner and rebel named Evita, and she assumed that the woman with two-toned hair was her target, though it was hard to tell thanks to the darkness of dusk. For a moment she hesitated, not wanting to turn in an innocent woman, but a glance at her right leg pushed her forward.        &#

                Silence. Deathly silence. The kind that causes a high-pitch ringing in your ears as your brain claws for anything that makes a solitary decibel, and when there is nothing, it makes something up. This was all Sarah Black had heard for two days.                After leaving the bay near the Sunken Crypt, what should have been a 3 day journey had crawled out to 5, thanks to her slowed pace and frequent stops. She couldn't help but be irritated by her speed, or lack thereof, though she understood the reason for it. Every step caused a stabbing pain to shoot through her right leg thanks to the bloodwood tree growing from it. What