Of Lucents, a Short Story

Of Lucents The day after his brother’s pyre, Barossa turned away from adventuring. The weight of the old pack and the new urn bowed his shoulders. For a night and a day and another night, Barossa walked, sipping his water-skin until it emptied. Thirst scored his tongue. His lips cracked and bled. The scent of … Continue reading Of Lucents, a Short Story