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Jenkyns startled awake, the sounds of battle still ringing in his ears, as though he had just been in the midst of the bloodshed. Exhausted, he lay on the bank of a road, the trees on both sides masked by a light mist illuminated by moonlight. He tried to sit up, only to have his back explode in pain. For a moment he rubbed the sore muscles and kidneys, and then he struggled to his knees. Blinking, he wondered where he was and how he had gotten there. The road did not look familiar at all, and there were no visible landmarks. He scratched his head, trying to think, and flinched for a moment when his fingernails ran over a tender spot. Jenkyns