OUTSIDE, THE WARM, orange glow of the forge was quickly washed away. The day was a slate grey, and the rain had turned to slushy sleet. Rhys tucked his scarf into the nooks and crannies of his jacket collar, trying to block up all the little passages the wind and ice found their way down. Beside him, Seema shivered, a full body movement that was contagious. Glancing at her, he considered offering his jacket, but it would make little difference layered on top of the scarf, puffy parka and tall, clunky boots. And it wasn't even truly cold, just damp.
"So, where does this man reside?" Seema asked, then rubbed her runny nose on a mitten. "This archaeologist?" She enunciated the syllables as if the word were foreign to her lips.
"Here." Finn pointed to a mark on the map she held.
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