March, 1372
March, 1372I stand in the small cemetery outside of Inverfyre’s walls. A glistening half moon pours silver light upon the ground and the carved stones. I can see my objective clearly. There is only one stone I visit, one stone that draws my footsteps in sleep.
I stand in the small cemetery outside of Inverfyre’s walls. A glistening half moon pours silver light upon the ground and the carved stones. I can see my objective clearly. There is only one stone I visit, one stone that draws my footsteps in sleep.The tree boughs are barren overhead, black veins against the deep blue of the sky. A wind begins to gust as I walk and the branches clatter above me.
The tree boughs are barren overhead, black veins against the deep blue of the sky. A wind begins to gust as I walk and the br
