The wind tasted of rust and burnt sugar. That was the first sign Venn had crossed into Skaafin territory.
“Go,” Vethis said. “The contract is fulfilled. No forfeit. No Prize. Just you, and your ghosts, and tomorrow.”
Then he stood, and walked home, carrying everything.
The wind tasted of rust and burnt sugar. That was the first sign Venn had crossed into Skaafin territory.
“Go,” Vethis said. “The contract is fulfilled. No forfeit. No Prize. Just you, and your ghosts, and tomorrow.” DV-s The Skaafin Prize
Then he stood, and walked home, carrying everything. The wind tasted of rust and burnt sugar