Sidge woke inside the vardo. The drafty enclosed wagon had been his and Izhar’s home for weeks, but he’d been unable to grow accustomed to it. Izhar’s hoarded relics clamored for attention with each bump while incense and oils fought to overwhelm his sensitive antennae. So unlike his sparse, clean quarters at the Stormblade Temple. … Continue reading Forge of the Jadugar: Chapter One
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