The Dark Device of the Great Chasm, Chapter 17

Amates 21, 1277. Mid-morning. Alone with my thoughts, and a little more. The latter wasn’t the best company.

    I knew exactly where I was. Out in the middle of nowhere.

    It had been about an hour since I had cut myself loose from the ropes. After that, I picked a direction and started walking through the dry prairie heat. I could tell where ‘east’ and ‘west’ were just by the position of the sun. North and south were a bit harder.

    For those, I pointed my left arm toward the rising sun and m...