Tall grass brushed by my woolen coat
I pushed through the dripping leaves
Morning dew fell on my sodden boots
The sun warmed the edge of the sky
With a mist of dappled orange light
That touched the curls of smoldering clouds
I listened for the sound of tracking dogs
And even though the chilling air was silent
I hurried still toward the East
Toward the long forgotten keep
The citadel at Carmenguay
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