Chapter Ten: Isle of the Cursed
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ya stirred. He was not sure what had disturbed him, nor of how long he had slept.It could not have been too much time, for the dark of night had not yet retreated and he had not rested well. And yet, the fire was burning low, drowsily flowing between cracks in the red embers. Strange, he thought, I built it fer self-feedin’ a good five hours at ze very least... it shouldn’t be out just yet... He looked at his sleeping companions, curled up close together for warmth. Their hair and clothes looked only now a bit damp, so it would seem that the fire had served them well in its short existence. But it was fading fast now, and the dead chill of night still surrounded them. So he stood and looked for the rest of Gideon’s wood to nurture the flames back to life.