Synopsis

The trail wound onward, a familiar path now steeped in a simmering resentment. Harrow found himself increasingly aware of the companions he was sharing it with: Fairley and Nichols. Each step seemed to amplify the quiet irritation that had been building for miles, a low thrum of displeasure fueled by shared exertion and unspoken grievances. The scenery, once a source of mild appreciation, now felt like a backdrop to his mounting frustration.