THE RED PONCHO: CHAPTER THREE

Frostfall Inn First Summer For a time, the inn is full. Snow melts, Mother Sun shows her glowing face, and a young green sprouts about the old building. The sky is red this morning. Red as the sun rises slowly, it's face invisible against a crimson sea. I'm not sure if I'm the first to stalk downstairs, sleep blinding me as I rub my eyes. Vena woke up last night and pressed her nose...

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