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Anguis Convertit
‘The Dragon Returns’
The weeks crawled after the events of Samhain, the cold dark days of November bleeding into the month of December when frost appeared on the grass and the sun pushed its way through the fog.
The afternoon had been a quiet one. They all were, now that the work of bringing in harvests and filling the stores was finished.
Adara sat wrapped in a blanket before the hearth fire, reading a letter that she had received from her mother in Athenae. As she sat there, warmed by the flames, an anxious feeling churned in her stomach. Deep breath, Adara, she told herself. She reached for the gladius that leaned against the log beside her, and picked it up. She had killed a man with it, and the feelings she had were strange still, after over a month. It was not
