Twenty-EightThe apparition seeped out of the cave, the black sea coating the path that led to the settlement of Tenta. It drifted over loose, wet rocks until it came to the end of the pathway that connected with the clutch of buildings that sat on the forlorn peninsular. The apparition took shape as Lenga began walking towards her cabin. Gone was the ancient hag, who'd lived a thousand lifetimes. She walked on younger legs, her hair shorter, almost well-kept compared to that of her former vessel. Lenga pushed open the door to her cabin, kicking the slick reptiles out of her way. Her clothing was placed on the wooden chair in the corner of the room carefully. She waved her hand in front of her, the torches on the walls bursting into flame, bathing the shack in an orange glow. “I like these,
