I open my heavy eyelids. I'm lying on my belly in the soft grass again. On my right I can see the wooden sign. "Barrier" doesn't pique my curiosity anymore. At this point I don't want to do anything at all with it. Just looking in that direction makes me want to throw up. As I manage to stand up, I notice that my rags are dripping. I already threw up. I groan as I get annoyed. My only piece of clothing is now wet, cold and reeks. Come to think of it, I've never taken a notice of my clothing before. I'm wearing a short sleeved piece of clothing made out of rags. It almost completely covers my body as it goes down to my dirty leather shoes.
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Cursed Order
Fantasy · AntsFood
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