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Clarification: the +1 for positing within one day of me only applies when I've posted something substantial. "Hey, why is nobody posting?" doesn't count!
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Balth slowly approaches the fire. There's no sign of movement. The body lays there silent and dead. As he reaches the bonfire he kneels to peer into the pile, but can see nothing concealed inside. The only new detail he can see from here is a small stack of kindling and an overturned bottle of lamp oil (long since evaporated). It looks like this will make a fine ready-built signal fire.
The body is dressed in the remains of a simple, rough seaman's outfit, similar to most of the zombies below, but it is so badly burned that it's hardly recognizable. It's clear that there's nothing of value on the corpse.
Suddenly Balth feels a light touch on his shoulder! He spins around, wondering how anything could have snuck up on him with his senses so extended, to be confronted by... snow. Fat white flakes have begun to drift down from the sky, which is now shrouded in dark clouds.
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Although the snow is fluffy and light right now, those dark clouds suggest it will get heavier very quickly.
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