Sigurd's Blinding Ass pt. 2: The Rocky Ascent   The fresh air from the newly revealed passage was short-lived. As the group stood at the threshold, staring down the cool, inviting corridor, Mahogany’s knees buckled beneath him. His hoof scraped against the stone floor as he staggered, clutching his side where a deep bruise had formed from their earlier tumble. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the pain, once dull and manageable, was now gnawing ...