Frix made to call out, but found his throat dry. Not dry: scratching. A sudden terror gripped him as he recognized the feeling. It was like on the bridge, but less intense. He realized his legs were also slushy, tired, and tingly. The urge to sit down was overwhelming, but he kept his feet, swaying. They had all been quite insane to venture this close to a witch town. How could they be so stupid? So naive?
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