I awaken, as most mornings, to a boot in the belly and a powerful thirst. “Ale,” I mutter. “By the blue head of the dragon, give me Ale.” I get another kick instead. The gutter isn’t my first choice for slumber. Some nights, I’m under a wagon; some nights, in a barn. I even, on …
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Ferryman’s Log, Entry #1, 11th Day of Mielikki
Dawn on the river. Everyone’s asleep, except Val, who was gone even before I stirred to check on the boat’s course—an early morning hunting expedition? How playfully the little wavelets shimmer in the early morning light! How tranquil the beauty of these woody streams, so distinct from—and yet in some ways just as alluring as—the …
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