
The water is cold, so early in the morning. Dull rays of sunlight break through the recesses between the branches of the pollard willows. Damp moss caresses Guido's soles. The peat bounces with every step he takes. If it is left for too long, water will leak through the vegetation layer of the peat-heap and swallow up his feet with cold tongues. ---- Two grave robbers hear from an artifact mummified under layers and layers of peat. (Originally written in dutch: Kruistocht.)All Rights Reserved
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