Will locked the door as Evan placed Morgan on the bed. Dust covered nearly everything in the tower, and Evan’s bed was no exception. The moment Morgan’s body touched it, a cloud of golden brown dust flew up around the bed. With a wave of his hand, Evan whisked it away. Will set Morgan’s pack down and started to pile the fresh wood he’d gathered outside in the stone fireplace. As Evan walked past it to check on the state of the rest of the tower, he snapped his fingers near the hearth. The wood sparked to life with a brilliant orange-red glow. Will shook his head, and Evan grinned. It felt good to be back home.
Evan grimaced at the condition of the door leading down to his workshop. The iron had long since rusted, and the edges of the wood had been eaten away by time and a myriad of tiny b
