Today's OneWord: Duct

The duct's opening was narrow, but with considerable effort, I managed to squeeze through to the other side of the dock. The water was cold against my ankles and bitter on my tongue, as I attempted to snake across the damp boards as the waves continually struck me from behind and drenched me.

The entire time, I waited for footsteps that were never heard. I sensed no sign of life, and that meant, most likely, I had thrown the bandits off my scent.

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