Etinur
Prinsulf Prologue
Krista
Johans awoke from her nightmare with a start. The barred
caravan
that held her was still idly trundling along its way, shuddering
as
it passed over each bump in the road. The sun, bleeding red, was
split
in half by the horizon. Every so often, over the clamor of the
wagon
wheels, Krista could make out the distant sound of crickets, eager
to
begin their evening symphony. Around her, in various stages of
restlessness
and sleep, sorrow and denial, optimism and
Etinur Prinsulf-- Prologue
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