I emerged beneath the Mendicant's Well in the Dockmarket. A narrow tunnel opened on to it, just above the water level of the cistern that supplied the well. A roof overhead blocked the night, but the wind howled just fine.
Up, into the cold. My entire body cramped at the thought. I was so tired I wanted to throw up. Every part of me felt bruised, some bits broken, and I was leaving blood as I walked. I didn't know why something large and hurtful hadn't already climbed out of Below and claimed me.
What was I chasing?
I don't know who spoke, but I could hear the voice.
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