Phil and the Gofles page 134
Description
Rivulets of water streamed across his form as the skies continued their torrential downpour, vision blurred and stinging as he searched the night horizon for his attacker's shape.. but nothing could be seen against the darkened and bleak skies nor heard over the thunderous deluge surrounding his once peaceful camp. His hand reached down to grab his soaked pack, hoisting it onto his shoulder and gritting his teeth with determination. For his enemy had just shown their hand, and he could smell desperation from a kilometer away... and now he knew he was on the right path after all.
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