Sunday, March 15
Sibling Rivalry: Part 6 – The Campsite
True to his word, Torric was up at the crack of dawn, ready to guide them to Quintus’ last known campsite.
“We will take care of Calactyte. He is still unconscious; it will take days for him to recover. It is not safe for him to travel until the worst of the storm passes.”
“Thank you,” said Sebastian. “I know you will treat him with as much kindness as you’ve treated us.”
Outside, a cold wind blew unmercifully and seemed to cut directly through outer clothing. Of the red snow, only a crimson, oily smear remained, giving the cracked and blackened landscape the appearance of a seeping wound.
“Why is that snow red, anyway?” asked Vlad. [MORE]
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