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He almost missed the small movement of her hand, so quiet and slow, but he followed its path across the dark and dingy room. it looked like nothing but shelves, but he hurriedly moved closer. There was no obvious seam or light, and the encroaching footsteps signaled that they were out of time...

Her hand was cold and dry, and it fit so delicately into his large, calloused fingers he may as well have been grabbing eggshells. Alas there was no time to be gentle, and he pulled her from her cage as quickly as he could without outright breaking her. Her legs buckled immediately, as...

Rost walked slowly down the sandy street. The breeze off the ocean was warm and carried with it the scent of salt, seaweed, and fish from the coastal market. Though “market” was a generous term for it. While the old docks here had their share of fishermen, they were frequented by a much less...