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7.15 – Fever
“Over here,” Einarr called upstream at Onnir’s back. Moments later, his guide splashed out of the water and up to the great oak where a small boy huddled. “Frigg be praised,” he breathed, and scooped the child up. He cradled the boy’s head against his shoulder as he stood up, murmuring to the boy. Onnir…
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7.14 – Search
It was good, Einarr thought, to have someone watching his back again. Not that the forest would ordinarily have been that dangerous. No, it was just that after spending most of his life on a longship, solitude could feel a little unnatural. Onnir was more a presence ahead of him on the trail than a…
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7.13 – Lodge
The same qualities that made the woods about the Shrouded Village pleasant to live in – their brightness, their openness – also made them accursedly easy to get lost in. Within half a day Einarr learned to set his blazes within sight of each other to avoid walking in circles. The hunting lodge he sought…
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7.12 – Broken Cage
The thief’s fiery sword, flaming no longer, fell to the floor with a clatter as the man backed towards the cellar ladder. The man’s eyes were wide, and it was like he couldn’t tell what was most horrifying. Einarr, though, was too stunned to pursue. Sinmora still shone with the magic it had stolen… from……
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7.11 – Rematch
Einarr blinked back to consciousness with the faces of Melja and Mira staring down at him and a strange tingling on his forehead and shield arm. He knit his brow. “What happened?” “The fool has gone to free the Shroud!” Melja’s voice was husky, as though from shouting. “Our runes had no effect. At this…
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Technical difficulties
Unbeknownst to me, when I posted the latest chapter (7.10), a large section had been copied a second time and inserted in the wrong place. I suspect a glitch in the desktop app and/or the new editing mode, but I do also recall the cursor behaving strangely while I was readying the post. It is…
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7.10 – Wards
“Mind your step,” Melja warned as he entered the room. The warning was well-taken. At first glance it seemed as though every surface of the chamber was covered in gently glowing runes in baffling configurations. Einarr stopped in his tracks, scanning the room. Gradually, the overwhelming formations resolved themselves into more recognizeable, if not comprehensible,…
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7.9 – Temple
The Shroud, Melja said, was stored in an inner chamber of the village’s temple to the gods. The morning, like most mornings on the island, was bright and clear even under the fluttering canopy of birch and ash as Melja led Einarr down an unfamiliar path. The path sloped gently upward here, and the ground…
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7.8 – Syntax
The scorched weed stood, accusing, before them. “Show me what you drew, exactly.” Melja’s voice was more serious than Einarr had ever heard. Einarr peered at the base of the weed, searching for his mark, but in their haste to stop the blaze it had been obscured. “It was sol, with five points. I will…
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Not a chapter, pt. 2
Yesterday, when I ordinarily would have been writing today’s chapter, was once again eaten up by traveling. I will try to post something later today, if I can get anything done while waiting at the clinic. Don’t let anyone try to sell you on socialized medicine. I’m going to be spending today during at the…
