Alwyn picked his way over the rockpools to the cavemouth that the sailor’s trembling finger had pointed to. His hands shook, and he tightened his grip on his staff, regaining his composure. The magic had come back easily – it was always just a whisper away, there beneath the surface…
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I swiped my phone screen and checked the address. This was the place alright, a middle class apartment block shrouded in trees with a view of the river. What struck me more than the mundanity of it was that my sister would have anything to do with anyone from a…
Leave a CommentA gentle drizzle left a light dewy web on their hair and picked softly over their phone screen. They pulled the sleeve of their sweater down over their hand in an attempt to rub it dry, but that just made wet streaks across the screen. 23:05 – they’d missed the…
Leave a CommentChapter 1 Drake strode across the inner bailey towards the main range, heavy boots sinking into the dew-soaked grass. It was a chilly evening, not quite frosty, but their breath pooled a misty white in front of their face as they walked, hands shoved deep into their jacket pockets. It…
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