Chapter 34A wanderer, alone and lost in the shadows.
Nothing ahead, nothing behind, nothing but the dark and the cold and the spirits of the dead. Creatures born of the mist dance before his eyes. Something terrible lurks in the darkness.
The monster in the mirror.
War and strife in all their fury await him. Every part of him screams to turn back, but something draws him forward.
‘Aeneas.’
A voice. A woman’s voice, comforting and warm. Whose voice?
‘Aeneas, awaken.’
Consciousness, bright sunlight.
Inhale.
Pain.
Exhale.
Pain.
Aeneas woke to find himself lying on his side. It took him a moment to realise he lay on a beach. He was all but empty of strength, half-submerged in the shallow water. Bits of flotsam bobbed around him. It would have been nice to go back to sleep.
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