We’re Close

Calvin wiped the sweat from his brow, the moisture mixing with the mist that hung heavy in the air. The terrain before him was treacherous—damp, uneven, and cloaked in a deep darkness that their meager lights could barely penetrate. The rocky walls of the ravine loomed above them like ancient sentinels, their surfaces slick with moss and vines. The earthy scent of decay, wet foliage, and mossy stone filled the air, making every breath feel thick and humid.

He paused, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the shadowy abyss below. The soft, persistent murmur of water echoed faintly from the unseen depths, a constant reminder of the life-giving spring that could be hidden somewhere in the darkness. His gut told him they were close—closer than they had ever been.

“The Fountain of Health should be down there," Calvin muttered, almost as if the words were for himself rather than the others. His voice, steady yet laced with tension, was barely above a whisper. "Right at the base of this cliff."

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