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"White River Crossing" by parody_ham
Rohane clutched his aching side. It wasn’t much farther now. Soon, he would find an inn in White River City, rest, and buy the potions that he sorely needed. On the edge of his vision, he saw a bright glimmer. Could that be the city? But why was the light swirling and fading? He lifted his legs as if they were made of stone. With how bruised they were from Zombom’s barrage of magical blasts they might as well have been. “Next time,” the words came out as a wheeze, “I’m bringing more healing potions.” Perhaps that collision with the cave wall shattered more than his spare sword. He stumbled a few steps, barely catching himself in time.

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