Book THREE: INTO THE WILDERNESS
Glyph watched the stranger pick
around his camp. The boy was young, fair
haired, perhaps nearing the end of his teenage years, and stumbled around the
dying forest like a newborn. No bug eyes on his face, Glyph observed.
This one’s woken up.
“Hey!” He called, trampling his way towards camp.
The stranger straightened.
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“Hey!” He called, trampling his way towards camp.
The stranger straightened.
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