The sun had nearly risen by the time The Moor reached the deadfall. She had been forced to stop several times on her journey back. As badly as she had wanted to run the whole way, she simply couldn’t. The frigid air burned her lungs, and breathing became a constant agony. She would momentarily collapse against the trunk of a tree, catch her breath, and then continue on her way. She pushed herself as fast as she could. The deadfall had been completely dismantled, branch by branch, log by log. The children were gone. It didn’t appear that they had…
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The Viking And The Moor: Chapter Three
The Priest awoke to a missing satchel of kaneh and a fire that had burned itself out. A pile of ash was all that remained. He sat up and his bones crackled like dead leaves. He looked to the heavens. “Father, what I wouldn’t give for a younger body. This one is a bit too careworn.” He stood and stretched his legs. His knees popped and buckled. He winced at the pain, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. He bent and retrieved his cloak from the floor. As he put it on, he noticed a faint…
