Throwing Shade
J.L. Davinroy
Maron grasped the bar above him before leaning forward to tuck a blanket around the young girl reclining in the aisle seat.
“Well, Miss Clara, I’m delighted you’re feeling better and heading to the city.”
Clara grinned at him, but the left side of her face denied him a true smile. The scarring from her bout of Shadeshock had frozen the muscles there and discolored the skin a pale blue. Despite this, Maron knew she was happy to be on his train and under his protection. The healers in the city treated minor issues, the kinds rarely leading to death. Patients with a higher mortality rate were shipped to the clinic nestled in the mountain’s cliffs.
There were only two trains out of the mountain clinic: this one back to the city and another to the Shadowlands.
