Jan 11, 2012

The Tiger's Egg

A nightmare of a thousand miles begins with an oar-stroke. Fog dances languidly around us, veiling the squads of mosquitoes that plague Gunnar and me. Nights weigh heavy on my chest and I dream of the cold, healing waters of Mag’s Well. Somewhere down this river is Gunnar’s chimera.    

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