He pulled his hand back, aware now that sweat beaded on his forehead and that Rale watched him, his eyes dark, intense. Errol licked his lips. Did he want a drink? He hadn’t gone more than two days in a row without a drink since he was…since…Warrel…the quarry…stone.

He pulled his hand back, aware now that sweat beaded on his forehead and that Rale watched him, his eyes dark, intense. Errol licked his lips. Did he want a drink? He hadn’t gone more than two days in a row without a drink since he was…since…Warrel…the quarry…stone.

– Patrick W. Carr –

A Cast of Stones

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