Monday, October 13
On the Red March: Prologue
Kham readied himself for the usual sensation of passing through one Gate and exiting another instantaneously yet hundreds if not thousands of miles away. But the usual tingling, slightly euphoric feeling was missing. In its place was pain like he had never known.
Hundreds of red-hot needles pierced his body for what seemed like an eternity until, as suddenly as it began, it was over. He lay face down, nauseated, on a pitted rocky floor.
Kham struggled to his feet. It was difficult. There was a rumbling in his ears and the world swam.
“Get up,” shouted someone, far away. Only they were very close. “Grab Sebastian, the portal’s collapsing!” [MORE]
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