Trackless Fens Blossoming Gully

Publisher's blurb: Puddles of fetid water lay stagnant over thick mud in these fens, while bugs swarm around bushes and dying trees. A small stream fills the stinking pools, flowing in from a steep cliff before slowing to a halt in the marshes below. The stench of rotting decay rises from the oozing mud and strange, blossoming undergrowth. Roots from trees reach out of the mud like clawing hands, grasping for sunlight they haven’t seen in years…