There is nowhere to gain purchase, not enough to free the man. The more he struggles the tighter the mud sucks at him. As the mud reaches his mouth, he panics and lets go of your hand. He thrashes his arms wildly, but this only draws him down quicker and the mud covers his head. You make one last desperate lunge for his outstretched hand as it sinks away beneath the surface. He is gone. You curse, not just at the loss of life. He had also been carrying some of the group's supplies.

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