Panic took hold of him. And through those and behindthose eyes, he saw a big man's grinning face, and a stone vault whose wallswere spotted with niter. Reprinted by permission of the author. If we should lose the Karstarks aswell, what hope is there? What hope.
He looked down, and then off to his left, and then to the right. We'd make better time on the morrow once refreshed. First published electronically in Subterranean, Spring 2010. He is too old and he has come too far.
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