Monday, February 9
Nug's Farm: Prologue
The weather was frigid with a dusting of frost and ice on the road and an inch or two of snow on the earth. They passed through a couple of hamlets: Saul and Framilode. The tiny places consisted of just a dozen or so houses each. The buildings were old, ramshackle and low; they were built in stone and had thatched roofs and only a few small windows. There were no shops evident and perhaps no people.
“This reminds me of the last time the King in Yellow tried to take over Milandir,” said Kham.
There were more villages, but oddly after Framilode, there were no more signs announcing the names of the places.
“No road signs,” said Sebatian.
“No churches either,” added Beldin. [MORE]
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