Smoke and charred wood were the first things Micah smelled when he returned from oblivion. He blinked his eyes, but quickly shut them again against the bright daylight. He was aware of the warmth of a fire, that was crackling near him, but also an overwhelming pain in his leg.
Again, he opened his eyes -this time prepared for the sharp light- and he realized that he was deep in the woods and that it was late in the morning. His horse was grazing near the fire, but man or woman could be seen or heard.
Micah hauled himself up, leaning against a tree trunk so that he wouldn't have to stand on his painful leg.
"Crutchie?" he said in a half whisper. "Gain? Is anyone there?"

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Children, rejoice, rejoice..



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