Panting, he released the sharkskin hilt and pushed the blade into the soft mud. The few pounds of steel had become an unwieldy weight extended from his arm after hours of fighting through the heather. He wiped his sweaty brow and tried to get his breathing under control. Abandoning the sword, he walked a few paces to the top of the hill. Hovering just above the moist hills that stretched into the distance, the sky was a pale gray-white. Beyond that was a thick, gray-black wall of clouds. It looked as if Hell had inverted and was stretching downward to reach the earth.
He sighed and retrieved his sword. There was a long way yet to go.
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