The Fiery Hollow

You will die, you will get pounced by a tiger, or you will get torn by a pack of wolves, no matter how you die here. It would not be a sweet way to die in this lifetime. These grim thoughts were churning in my head.

I was exhausted, disheartened but unyielding. I have been wandering the Satpura jungle for a fortnight.

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