“Fra Serrin.” His voice wasn’t a
whisper so much as a ghost on the breeze. “We are close. The sentry must not
give an alarm.”
Serrin nodded, then whispered a
simple “Yes.” She knew her role on this expedition. Men never liked dealing
death. She looked past Kel Jennis to Kel Barik and Fra Nessa. It would be up to
her and Fra Nessa to clear their way. Nessa caught her eye and crossed her
gauntlets in warning. Serrin nodded. The mist was problematic, hiding their
approach, but hiding their quarry equally well. She crossed her own gauntlets
and turned back to the shore.
Serrin’s staff jerked as it slid
into the sandy bottom. She pulled it up and rested it across her knees as she
gathered a small wind to blow the mist in soft eddies up the bank, allowing
them to see their approach. But no sentry. Serrin’s neck prickled with unease.
She looked back, hoping to see Kel Jennis causing her alarm. He sat motionless,
staring ahead of her.
The bottom of their boat slid
further against the sand, and Kel Barik quietly slipped into the water to pull
them ashore. He grinned as he held out a hand to Serrin. She rolled her eyes,
but took it anyway, leaping past him onto the sloping shore. They had been paired
often enough for him to know that Serrin needed little help. She would have to
remind him of that next time.
She led them through the mist, up
the bank to the broad grassy path that led to the town wall. The mist eddied
around them, fine as air, but still too thick to see their feet on the ground.
The prickling ran from Serrin’s neck down her spine. No sentries. She shook her
head and held her palms facing forward to sense any movement in the air.
She almost stumbled over the first
body sprawled across the path.
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Dogs in house
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Houdini
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Time writing:
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20 minutes
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July word
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2,306
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