There was magic here, crafted to deceive the senses and confuse the mind. I adjusted my grip on Bran’s halter, pulling him close. I could trust him, and I could trust my enchanted harpoon, but all else could have been an illusion. I had walked once again into danger.
Chapter XXXII: Svilsara
Eske travels to what looks like a safe haven in the desert, but all is not as it seems. You can read this chapter right now on Patreon, or wait until next week for it to make its appearance here.
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