
Leon and Clive were lost in the Forest of Verdun. Leon screwed up his eyes and looked at the map once again. “If only there was a clearing, or a landmark of some sort, or a road, then I might be able to get my bearings. But as it is, it’s just trees, trees, trees and more trees.”
“It’s all forest,” Clive forestalled him.
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(forest-all-ed him. Apologies.)
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