Chapter 16 – The Hesta

Throat on fire, eyes streaming, (Hesta) reached the shaft floor. Uncle Freyde lay in a heap, unmoving.
“Uncle Freyde?” Oh may the Quaur have spared him!
“T’tahinay.” His voice came in a whisper. “I didn’t … see … Bard.”
The heavy-lidded eyes closed.
“Uncle Freyde! Uncle Freyde!”

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