CHAPTER TWENTY
Thorgrin walked slowly through his old village, bewildered. Here was the place he had grown up, and yet it seemed so foreign to him. The streets were empty, the doors to the houses all left open, as if it had all been abandoned in a rush.
He walked through it slowly, a harsh driving wind whipping his face, stirring up the dirt, and he had never felt so alone.
Thor turned the corner and saw his father’s home, and he walked towards it with dread. It was the only home in the village with the door closed.
He reached it, turned the knob, and slowly pulled open the creaking wood door. His heart stopped.
Standing there, facing him, was not his father—but Andronicus.
Andronicus stepped out, smiling and sneering at the same time, his body half decayed, and reached out a long bo
