Barruk continued to try and fight the swallowing quiremire he found himself in, but it was becoming more and more apparent salvation would not come of his hand alone. As he felt the back of his head and what little remained of his shoulders disappear under the muddy sandy surface, he made a plea to whom ever could hear it. His breathing had become labored as the quicksand pressed against most of his body. He could not hear how loud his cry was as his ears had already gone under. He did keep what strength he had in keeping his one free arm above the quivering surface.

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