Journey to Ábrelyn (a tale of Emélrenè) - Part IV - High Ábrelyn
Kélroth ran and ran. He ran till his lungs burned, his legs ached and he felt his heart would near give out.
He ran from the cries, the deep-dark-falling-pit of horror that lay behind him. On and on, up and up, along the narrow winding trail, around stands of rocks, down vale and up over ridges.
Until. Until he could run no more.
He came to rest beneath an outcrop. Silence.
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