Panic seized Finn. He scrambled backward, his feet tangling in the grass before he found his purchase and broke into a dead run. The hillside was a treacherous tangle of tall grass and thorny bushes, grabbing at his clothes and obscuring the path in the deepening gloom. He risked a glance over his shoulder and saw that the Husks were moving with a sluggish, shambling gait. He had already opened up a considerable gap.
With a little distance, the
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