Chapter 26
26 Terminus, 24 December 1871 A clap of thunder followed by a whoosh of rain against the side of the building woke Henry the next morning from the hour’s doze he’d allowed himself. The wind whipped around the quarters, and a damp cold seeped through the cracks in the thin walls. When he turned to look out of the window, his leg throbbed its objection to the morning’s sudden cold turn to the weather and to the amount of standing he’d done the night before. Winter had come to Terminus. The other bed stood empty. Henry must have slept unusually soundly to not have heard Edward rise. Henry rolled out of the bed and stood with his weight mostly on his good leg before gingerly testing the other. No good. It felt like someone dug a finger into the muscles of his thigh beneath the divot of th
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