The treeline of the common forest was just ahead.
In the distance, perhaps five kilometers away, Leo could see the first houses on the outskirts of town. Their small lights flickered in the darkness like a handful of fallen stars.
Soon, he would have to face the consequences.
He paused for a moment, adjusting the backpack where he had stowed his treasures.
How was he going to explain any of this?
The scratches, the mud, the golden fungus,
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