Kalbrandt Institute snippet

Kalbrandt lowered himself over the edge of the ridge, carefully sliding down the fifteen feet that separated him from the bushes on crevice floor. Only at the last moment did he spot the deeper fissure hidden by the branches. He managed to wedge himself with his feet between the two slopes before he could fall any further.

The body of the unfortunate soul had: only the feet were visible. It took Kalbrandt great effort to dislodge the corpse from the sharp branches, both wood and bones breaking as he pulled it half-way free. That proved to be enough. Given the modest weight of the body and the lack of flesh around the midsection, this man had been dead long enough to dry out after the scavengers had had their fill.

“Is it him?” Angela called from the ridge.

“Would it be that it was,” Kalbrandt muttered, and went in search for distinguishing features. There were none. Heat and animals had cleaned the skull of anything resembling a face and the rags on the body were the same non-descript working clothes that all farmers in this part of Greece wore.

From File F/15046/KC

This story is progressing sloooooooooooowly. I’m used to stories and characters putting up a fight, but this one is exceptionally stubborn. It will yield, though. In the end, they all do… *insert evil laughter*