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THE BLUE FEATHER
with your digital compass,” he said as he led the group towards
the awaiting jungle. Brilloso ran out in front of the horses to
check for any potential problems. The first four kilometers were
fairly level going, but when Brilloso came running back through
the dense jungle Tital rightly suspected trouble. It was less than
a minute more of riding before Centella had to make a complete
stop. There before him was a vertical wall of green vines.
“Everyone take a short break, I need to check out this
barrier.” F