#13 - Poisonroot Chapter 8
Off to one side, a the black fruit was lying on the ground. Trip stood and walked over, stooping to pick it up.
It was like a small wrinkled apple, though its skin was quite firm, and as it lay in his hand he began to feel warmth coming from it; he held it for a moment and felt a sort of ripple running through its skin. It pulsed, like a beating heart...
A chapter of Poisonroot, a fantasy novel. After an investigation, Trip and Victor find that all is not what it seems.
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