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Salvation: Chapter Seven The morning was cold, just like the others, and Gadreel found his body difficult to move. The fire pit between the shacks was quiet, only its meager warmth remaining to signal that the glowing embers deep inside still lived. A thin film of ice had grown and partially melted in the troughsContinue reading “Trees”

Salvation: Chapter Six Gadreel felt his consciousness fading from him again with the light of the day. He had grown accustomed to the feeling every night, assuming the work he did during the day made it worse. The light in the sky would become dark, then his eyes, and before he knew it, the dayContinue reading “Threats”

Salvation: Chapter Five “I’m sorry that had to happen to you,” Piers caught up with Gadreel, voice low, after the tools had been stored. Gadreel shook his head tiredly, settling down on the ground in front of the dwellings. “I understand that I broke one of the rules of this place. I had to acceptContinue reading “Wounds”

Salvation: Chapter 4 Gadreel was re-introduced to the constable’s yard. The other prisoners had since put down their tools and transported the slightly smaller scraps of rock to slightly different places and put away their hammers in the shed, lock replaced by the man on duty. The clouded sun had crept past its highest point,Continue reading “Hands”

Salvation: Chapter 3 After the first meal of the day came more hammering. Gadreel had begun tightening his muscles and blinking his eyes tight through the sound of each nearby hammer strike, but the feeling soon abated. It wasn’t long before the blisters on his hands grew elsewhere, bursting and leaving a cold slickness uponContinue reading “Stairs”