With Reynardo In Exilio by C.S. Taylor
Page 28 of 28 So, I ask only that you follow me, while by my art I guide our passage
across this Sea of Shadows along the path of destiny."
But I stood upon the darkened deck, as clouds grew and blotted out the
moon’s light, pouring down their waters. My hand felt that bloody dagger on my
belt, and I knew in the deepest chaos of my own heart that no rain would ever
wash it clean.
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