Atton pulled a silk slipper from a sucking hole in the mud. A broken branch, gouges in the soft bank and a small-span handprint left signs a blind man could read. Spots of the same blood confirmed it; only the hairs found with it told them it was a head wound. Solsza spoke up. ‘She …
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Ferrymen (Chapter V)
Marwen was miserable. She stank, covered in grey-green mud. The berries she’d seen the birds nibbling were foul and the wad of roots she chewed were bitter cud. She wandered down the path, sharp stones vexing her bare feet, her dainty slippers long gone to the boggy riverbank, but she’d kept the long stick which …
Mightier Is The Pen 