T25.147 The Featherstrummer, Part 8.11
Gumue sat up as she rubbed her bleary eyes with her sleeve as she took in her surroundings, which was bathed in bright.
To her right she saw the colossal face of the bark of the towering Sprig, and opposite it was the low Anthre under which she saw the Buttresses she remembered running through.
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