Midnight Sojourn

First Day of the Fire
Strange lands

I do not know how many days have passed since I fell from the Kaguzu. By all measures I should be dead. Someone brought me to shelter and bound my wounds. The cold is withering—I can’t believe anyone lives here. Even in this shelter with a strong fire, I feel as though I may freeze to death.

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