It had taken time to free himself of his bonds, but the trail was clear. Willow branches prickled his face as he followed Lightly and the Golden Boy. Two sets of feet had made their impressions. One set was firm, the size of his own, one set lighter and the size of the boy’s. They led him up the creek to the apparent end of its journey, then vanished into rock. Other, older tracks, those of a beast, and much larger, hung about. Rowan’s face stiffened.Like the air here, the waters appeared to be stagnant, but Rowan discerned a hint of current where the core of Lightly’s apple floated. It bobbed ever so slightly among willow blades and scum, as if something bigger than fish lurked below the surface. He watched a little longer to be sure, frowning, then turned his attention to the end of the trail. The branches drooping against the rock were crippled. He brushed them aside to reveal a wall of stone, and studied it.The odor alone told him more was here than could be seen. It smelled dank, the stench of swamp and decay, and it oozed from an opening low in the rock.
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