It was taking all of Merric's effort just to make his feet move, to make his legs lift and take another step, to keep slogging through the slick, sodden grass. The rain was beating down on his back; there was no part of Merric that was not utterly soaked through. Mud streaked across his slacks, down the side of his face; and everything ached.
Especially his head.
Merric slowed his steps and leaned against the nearest thing, a tree that had bark jutting uncomfortably against his arm, but he needed a breather.
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